The lost secrets of the soul

Eluded by only time and space

Life has but one goal

To end this awful chase


To the end of it all

The brink shines brightly

Like the suns of Fall

Holding the darkness tightly


Illusions are but magic

Life is but death

This madness is but tragic

Our last meaningless breath


The brass leaves sway under fell moonlight

Past times rushes by us fast

Like the poor knight

Waiting for angels past