Are you feeling the madness?
As it gets right into you
And it draws nearer and nearer?
You can hear it,
See it and smell it!
Are you strong enough,
Or is this burden killing you?
Gone in the moonlight,
Hailed by the light,
Set free from life,
The end of suffering.
The wind blows through my hair,
Mixed with death,
I feel it so close.
A soft voice is whispering:
"Come to me, my child!"
That's the voice of death,
So dark, so hard.
"Come with me
And never come back.
So it shall be, be free and mine!"
Gone in the moonlight,
Hailed by the light,
Set free from life,
The end of suffering.
