Scythe

Darkness become the riteWind sweeps away the whiteBlack time hiding the liesRemaining words no wiseWaiting the day of painEvery cold days waiting younothing matter to doIt's not a strange deja-vooIt's the death for youWaiting the day of painWords of destructionfeeling my dissolutionI know it's not the solutionbut only a distractionFire will be brought by the windLast hope to keep everythingScythe is no more waitingHave you fear? It's comingWaiting the day of pain