Shadow of death is under your lashes
Mirror of your sepulcher is on sight
Your record is not for naught!
Even the moon drip red and the sun became dark
The water got run over…
Who will rescue you from your deep anguish?
Is it the wind that had your back?
Or your unwavering faith that endures and became the soul of your everything?
Are you going to let the world be impressed by you?
Why don’t you fill in your spirit? It howls to be feed!
Your time is fading your days are numbered...
Are you going to let you broken purpose led you astray?