After first take of breath, the grave is done.
Invited to perish, into one-way ride.

I was given companion, It's coming towards me.
You can have your dream, but I have a dream of end.

I will rot away in a death's greatest form, without an options.
No flames or field filled by arisen souls, I wont let tomorrow come.
There ain't no God who gives me retaliation after death eternal.
who let my nightmares become to Salvation and nails to be swallowed.

Life evolved to the mourn, until it starts to wither.
It's forced to repose, for going a round the circle.

I'm riding in weak reveries, which will be gone,
Night abates the dark, and the journey will be done.

Deep I'll be buried and cold is the ground.
Shadow reveals nothing and grit pours on me.
Who wants to awake out of this gentle womb?
Shadow keeps everything, takes a tight hold on me.