1. CRIBS HAND

My guardian angel has long abandoned me
For the gods have called my name
Dark days are what awaits me
My time has now come to an end

Black birds fly silently over me
The clouds slide slowly down to the ground
The mist is like a thick rug
The rain makes the ground heavy and dark

Cribs hand has come to me
To drag me down into dark
Deep down to and endless sea
My memories will be washed away

My existence will slowly rot
When the books have crumbled away
Then there is nothing left
Nobody will remember, no thoughts, nothing