Memories of The Ancient

Soon I will take my last breath
Everytime I look at the clock
I am closer to death
It is almost midnight
Soon I will parish
And with me my trace will vanish
Death is in sight
So I'll wait
And I'll watch
What this world has to offer
Before I leave all this misery
And meet the maker
The candle light fades away
I've been waiting for this moment all day
I shall remember thee
For everything you did for me
In my mind I reach out for the skies
Slowly close my eyes
With all my power
I couldn't forsee my own demise
I see the Reaper walking towards me
It is too late to flee
I lie cold on the floor
Death knocks on my door
With scythe in hand
There to take me to no man's land
I look down on earth confused
I search for an answer
But I guess my time has come
If I go to paradise or to hell
Only time will tell
I don't believe in miracles
I don't believe in a prophecy
What I do believe in is that I leave behind a legacy
Those who enter heaven
Run free
Those who descend to the underworld are doomed to suffer for all eternity
This is my oportunity to prove myself worthy of paradise
To differenciate myself from the wicked and insane
Prove that my life wasn't in vain
I don't believe in religion
Yet many have said to me "in God we trust"
I don't accept it very well
But I will if I must
In the hands of the powerful
And in the amaze of the wonderful
They will tell you black is really white
The moon is just the sun at night
And when you run through the golden halls
You get to keep the life that falls
When you open Heaven's gates
You wonder to yourself
Is it too late?
I walk arround the mighty tree
I scream out loud
"Finally free!!!"

Once a warrior, you never go back
Like thunder from the sky
Born to fight and die
Light shows through the cracks
Cracks in the swords of weak men
Better now than then
They join us in the dance of the dead
Blood and tears were shead
We could hear the battle cries before war
"Brothers everywhere, raise your swords into the air, we're warriors of the world!"
The phantoms of fallen soldiers
Roam the land
Dragging the dirt and kicking the sand
The vegetation surrounds the beaten
Whilst they grasp for one last breath
Before they join the bringer of death
I felt a presence amongst the everglades
As I gazed upon the stars
The creatures were no longer behind bars
Their skin could not be pierced even by the sharpest blades
Hell hounds jumped at me
All had death in their eyes
They were undead, all of them
Their claws reflected the dark stary skies
Stars shinned bright
In the middle of the night
With blade in hand
Alone I stand
At last In the purgatory
I fight them off one by one
As my life flashes before my eyes
I have only one wish:
To go back and say my last goodbyes...