This is the end, withering spirit Surge of grief, partisan tranquility Shattered memories, unbound regrets All that is flesh, all that was blood Embrace the coldest journey Rest now but dream no more The voice is silent, the gate is shut As murk covers the skies Plunging into a lake of despair In the silence of starless nights Engulfed, in a sea of nothing Black waves Culling the withering flowers Black waves Befoul the mortal soil Life takes its toll on the ones Not blessed by the rays of the sun Where nothing can grow Where nothing will change Here before you stands He who has torn your flesh The relentless melancholy sentry The mastless vessel of suffering Black waves Culling the withering flowers Black waves All that is flesh must die