One Last Goodbye For The Ice Is About To Break;
I’ve Had My Time In The Sun.
What Matters It To See Them Drowning In That Lake,
I Have My Memories Of Fun?
What Need I Now From This Earth That Gives Us Life?
I Know My Final Day.
Look Up Future Shepard, As I Descend To Throw My Deadly Knife
Into The Back Of This Crying Knave.’
Forget Me Not Etched In Their Caring Tombs,
Yet We Are The Forgotten And Doomed.
Cast Into The Darkness Of Hells Godless Wombs,
We Had No Chance Of Seeing The Knife That Loomed.
There Is No Car To Drive Up To Heavens Gate,
Or To Escape The Floods Of Deciet.
For Us It Is Too Late, We Give Up,
Surrender. You Knew Of This Deafeat