I can feel the darkness rising
I can feel the winds of change upon me
The gentle breeze scorching my skin
bringing forth my passion, my rage
I feel death tugging at my thoughts, my heart,
like strings I cannot snap

I see the light fade.
The great becomes the past
Good becomes evil.
Right becomes wrong,
all is new, not as it was.

The red sunset begins.
Blood shall flow in its wake
Heads roll and the mighty die.
The killing fills the ears
The sea turns crimson, as tide matches sunset

Almost black, almost night
The twilight where pain
becomes delight
screams become tears
insane laughter, unbridled minds and diluted souls

Finally, the end comes
The light is gone, like all life
So quietly, so peacefully
No noise, no blood, only solace
Death is here, all else falls silent.