Warcrys sida

My only comfort is in death.
My only solace, my dying breath.
For release, I have prayed.
Thrown past life, not afraid.

Life's a bitch, life's a whore.
Nothing less, nothing more.
There is nothing she would do for me.
I will end this suffering.

The voices are calling.
Out of this life, I'm falling.
There is one choice, that I see.
In raging flames, The Dark One awaits.

Existence of one man.
Hatred with no end.
My madness, my sadness.
I am my own savior.