sns95

The shadows, they run The night, it falls The screams, they fade And in the end, everything must die. The dancers, they scurry The thread, it splinters The music notes, they elude And in the end, you are placed under a spell. The creatures, they disappear The gem, it glistens The fuels, they burn And in the end, nothing can avoid the blaze The tremors, they ruin The silence, it suffocates The mortals, they obliterate And in the end, our world is in pandemonium. And in the end, everything must die.