Loneliness of Death
Death did not come in the shadow of the swords
But in loneliness, destitution
while feeling a journey to the other side of the clouds
alone, desperate
walking down the forest of the dark

striking suddenly
telling us we are not the mightiest
a death in the deserted land of the darkness
in the forest that shadows are not seen
a death that seeing the sun for the last time doesn’t work

walking in the valley of desolation
where the shadows are growing
the light is chasing me
don’t want to see the light, which blinds me
the dungeons of my castle
which is my shield

death in the shadows of the swords
which we always prefer
which isn’t thought what the badness deserves
a lonely death
is at hand
it’s not the death that is feared
but being unable to cope up with loneliness...

Death did not come in the shadow of the swords
But in loneliness, destitution
while feeling a journey to the other side of the clouds
alone, desperate
walking down the forest of the dark

striking suddenly
telling us we are not the mightiest
a death in the deserted land of the darkness
in the forest that shadows are not seen