Wandering the grief-wracked city

Passing among lost souls

I’m a creature of hate

And I endure eternally

Under harsh accents of horror

I began to weep

Without hope death will come

Carrying my weathered axe

Bitten by remorse, ashamed

All life gone, erased

Desolation, extinction

I must now surrender

Damned and in grief

I cross the darkened flood

Enter gates of hell

Weathеred axe

Hope I’ll nеver see skies again