Fading Away

"Death came to take my soul,
He seemed nice enough so I took his hand"

Falling

Fading

The darkness begins to rise

none is save from its uprise.

Death leaves the lost behind

the dead are never far behind.

Now’s your chance to run or hide

I don't want to save this world

from its dead or from its damage

for everything has to decay

it’s deaths job take it away.

It’s my job to watch it fade away.

I leave you now in this bitter cold,

in this graveyard of forgotten souls.

Be has it may

I will not bow

I will not fade

for I will rise above it all.

Undertow I lie in wait

while the devil takes his stage.

I watch the Angel’s fight,

to the death with all their might.

Wing’s do die,

while Angel’s no longer fly;

fallen are we who once stood taller than the tree.

Now we save our very last breath

for this moment of triumph

as trumpets begin their play.

all will fade.

fade away.