Once vibrant, now faded
My soul cries out for the sweet release of Oblivion
My mind stays my hand
"For what dreams may come?"
I fear these dreams as most fear death
Death
Be it the final end
Is no need for fear
Death
Be it the gate towards more
Is a fearful thing indeed
Oh how I long to be naught but dust
But fate stays my hand
I must live, it seems
Yet it seems so pointless
I feel that death will soon grip me nonetheless
I no longer resist its pull
I no longer desire to go on
Oh whatever God there is above
Have mercy on my little soul