In this valley of shadows
death has a taste,
I follow the path
to the eternal gates.
Alone i shall enter,
my body forsake,
becoming at last
ethereal shape.
Thousands of souls
will finally feast,
quaffing wine
made from grief.
No tomorrow
nor green light,
orgastic future
is out of sight.
Won’t catch me here
those macabre dreams,
where the blood
no longer streams.
Where chaos is quiet,
despair is joy,
the end is near
beyond the void.
