Scythe

Darkness become the rite

Wind sweeps away the white

Black time hiding the lies

Remaining words no wise

Waiting the day of pain

Every cold days waiting you

nothing matter to do

It's not a strange deja-voo

It's the death for you

Waiting the day of pain

Words of destruction

feeling my dissolution

I know it's not the solution

but only a distraction

Fire will be brought by the wind

Last hope to keep everything

Scythe is no more waiting

Have you fear? It's coming

Waiting the day of pain