As I gaze from my tower, I can see him Lurking, watching Flickering in the gloom-light of funeral pyres
Immortal spectre, waiting in the shadows For his time to emerge and close my eyes forever Who is this figure, shrouded in the veil of death? Why does he seek me To inflict his curse upon my head?
From beyond the realm of man He speaks with words like thunder Casting condemnation upon my wounded soul No more to breathe the air, to feel the warmth of summer As I start to slip away I know my time has come