I can feel it, it's almost the end Strange, and weird feelings, are haunting my flesh And it's a fire starts with my toes, colder than ice my fingers and nose Blizzards of my past, right between my eyes Tasteless like a leafless rose They are waiting, for my last breath Rest in peace, etched into my grave Alone, like I've been, facing, my death It's my time, but it's just a rhyme Written with fate, we shall fade By the same blade And such a nice view is my young body Inside the grave of truth, it's going muddy Surrounded with hungry worms eating my brain Leaving my wet corpse without a single pain They are waiting, for my last breath Rest in peace, etched into my grave Alone, like I've been, facing, my death It's my time, but it's just a rhyme Written with fate, we shall fade By the same blade No more seas and mountains and no more blue skies No more rainbow colors as I slowly die No more days and nights, no sweet rise at dawn Even roses falling asleep, just one beside my bones