6 acessos
Time marches on
this known from birth
we are all pawns
such is the fate of man
a slow dissolve to oblivion
prepare for the end
the years are falling down
the concept of our extinction
as seen in our reflection
wait for the day to signify the end
death comes calling and sealing my fate
life is declining and falling away
accepting my death as i fade to oblivion
filling the void
as my life is destroyed
acceptance of fate
await the end of time