Everyone romes the earth,

In search of that special someone,

Who I enviably will never find,

That soul whom I search for…

She surely cannot exist.

So now I have ended my search,

And know still only loneliness,

My only consolement is surely death,

Maybe she is my soul's true mistress,

My angel of mercy,

Will surely see me into the grave.

The ebony sky flickers with misery,

And the blood covered ground smiles,

As humanity is swallowed by hate,

Death awaits us all,

It is everyone's inevitable fate,

There will be no mercy,

No forgiveness or godly grace,

Just sweet simple death,

And an unearthly embrace.