The hands of time
move o so quickly
As each passing moment
fades into obscurity
What once was hope
now merely a memory
A dying revelation of one man's sanity

Cold is the night, wet and dreary
My body is weak
and my soul is weary
Death will come soon
He'll come for me
This decrepit being in misery's company

Into the darkness the flames surrender
As the light diminishes
with each dying ember
Here I lie in my dankly chamber
When the last ember dies
the Night will be Master