Beauty in a way
The lingering of ones soul
Though the final stage is set

Still they seem to strain
Discarding their role
Some call it fate
I call it a story told

All that is, erased
With your last breath
I'm always near
Feeding on your fear

Annihilation, or cessation
Dissolution, expiration
Your destruction and extinction
Ever resting, termination
I'm death incarnate

Bound by simple ways
Many marks on your trail
Knowing you'll face he same

All that is
Erased with your last breath
I'm always near
Feeding on your fear

Annihilation, or cessation
Dissolution, expiration
Your destruction and extinction
Ever resting, termination
I'm death incarnate