Testo The Dying

The light will fade in this day of sorrow. A black candle shines before my eyes. My thoughts are lonely and empty. Tired I stare into the burning bright flame. All light will cease. It's just a matter of time. The day, the candle, the sun and the stars. The dying is waiting for the fall. The dying will leave the world without a hope in the blackest dawn. I drift away into the flame. The candle is burning weaker. Now it's almost gone and I meet the fear that I've hidden from. The ashes of torture fills the ground. A blood red sky has turned to black. Like everything will. The dying is waiting for the fall. The dying will leave the world without a hope in the blackest dawn.