Death be not proud though somehave called thee mighty and dreadful art not so



Loosing the war I'm feining to win 

though I never tried to to strive deep 

from within. Life could be beautiful 

for anybody it's for, but I'd swear this 

mothafuckin' shit is rotten to the core. 



The portal has been past and it's time 

to make a turn, to follow the reaper 

until the point of no return. 



When your blindly death-raying blade 

sweeps the griefs and fears away. 

I cross my heart and hope to die thy freedom 

will be mine. 



Sinking down in the ocean of severe emotions. 

Grab a bottle to drink up the pain-reliefing potion. 

But after all, that got boring too, so no matter 

what happens, I couldn't give a damn or too. 



The portal has been past 'til the 

point of no return. No more lines to cross, 

no bridges to burn. 



Now when your blindly death-raying blade 

swept my griefs and tears away. I'd never go back 

to cross that line. 

I cross my heart and hope to die.