Death wears a welcoming mask
but its benevolence is debated
under every single question we ask


our task is not an easy one, dear brother
we must $$#ist each other


if we're to make it through
I'm just as terrified as you

but surely there's something to look forward to

Somewhere, there's a world we were meant to create

but it seems that we are not stronger than fate
you look my way,
what can I say?

I wish I believed things will be okay

throughout these darkened halls

and these obsidian towers
there's a presence gliding through the walls
as we approach our final hours


I wish I believed things will be okay