As we take steps
Through this loathsome place
I can somehow tell

What's coming our way

Darkness approaches

From each direction
It would seem
Death's made his selection


We turn
To run

But there's
No hope
There is no escape from this


Darkness surrounds us
From each direction

It would seem
We are Death's selection


How did we get here?
Why can't we leave?
I start to wonder,

Is this a dream?

I've had visions,

Visions of our demise.
They still haunt me,
When I look into your eyes.


I tried to save you,
But I failed.

On this day,
Death prevailed.


I've had visions,
Visions of our demise.