I feel the darkness coming
Ever forward in the lucid air
It is all like a feeling
of a stormfront rolling
on a world laid bare
I feel the sober blade falling
Why is it I no longer care
Is it rest I am seeking
from a world ever making
all so blatantly unfair
I feel a reckoning hanging
For all our peoples unaware
As the deaf keep on talking
And the blind keep on walking
On a path to God knows where
I know a black beast is prowling
Having seen the haphazard snare
He will keep right on crawling
As his pack will keep calling
No more must they beware