Lights Out

By Posthum

On Lights Out

Thumbnail

Across the fire and plain

Towards the end of all things

No more folding hands, no torment

Strengthened will to go on

No chains, unlocking doors

Into the unknown

Without fear

Across the sea

Across the madness

Across the pain

Across the fire

Emptied of creeps and anger

Across the madness