Gazing in the long lost hope
and how things seem to cope

a great illusion of a mystery
a lost page in the history

strange how things seem to solve
in the air they dissolve

lost the will to fight
a memory of an undead knight

always seem to fall
with hands against the wall

a holly face seems to fade
the whole blue sky is grayed

the moon becomes red
and the immortal becomes dead

the clock is ticking its death
releasing its last breath.