One Last Goodbye For The Ice Is About To Break;
I’ve Had My Time In The Sun.
What Matters It To See Them Drowning In That Lake,
I Have My Memories Of Fun?

What Need I Now From This Earth That Gives Us Life?
I Know My Final Day.
Look Up Future Shepard, As I Descend To Throw My Deadly Knife
Into The Back Of This Crying Knave.’
Forget Me Not Etched In Their Caring Tombs,
Yet We Are The Forgotten And Doomed.
Cast Into The Darkness Of Hells Godless Wombs,
We Had No Chance Of Seeing The Knife That Loomed.

Stop! I Can Take No More
Of This False Webbing
Wrapped Soulfully Around My Hearts Door.

Stop! Judging The Pain
I Feel, As It Is Mine To Treasure.
It Is Mine To Lock Beneath This Hollow Strain.