In the valley of the shadow of death,
I hold the blade of my fate.
Descending to the end of the gate,
where i shall perish with an undying hate.
I pierce the blade unto my veins...
While falling unto the marble slate,
I hear the throbbing of my heart.
It's like an open grenade.!
In this shiny moonlit night,
I am to fade,
fade with the coming morning,
the morning of my end!