Darkest Hour

The came rushing over mountains
Covering the fields and streams
The death that has awaited this man
The end of all his dreams

"Oh god" he cried "its come at last"
"The end of which I've feared"
And through this darkest hour he has ever faced

And at this point he stopped, using his head
His arms they raised up his hands
Throbbing as he bled

He shouted "hate me" why? It wasn't clear
For his fate was now so near
And through this darkest hour he has ever faced

Though he knows his life was ending
Though he knows his life was spent
And he knows that its wasted
He knows what it meant

And he thought of all his pain
And he thought of all his trust
He knows he was always viewed
With such disgust

And so as he slowly gave in
To this feeling inside
They said nothing could stand in his way
Cuz' he'd made up his mind

As he placed his blade inside
It glistened in the light
And they stopped dead in there tracks
They were worshipping the night

And at this point he stopped, using his head
His arms they raised up his hands
Throbbing as he bled

He shouted "hate me" why? It wasn't clear
For his fate was now so near
And through this darkest hour he has ever faced

He knows his life is ending
He knows his life was spent
He knows that its wasted
And he knows what it meant

So he thought of all his pain
And he thought of all his trust
So he knows he was always viewed
With such disgust

Now he only knows they wouldn't miss
If he ever went away
He can always tell each time they betray

He wept for hours
His body started to swell
As he slit this thing right open
Out his tears they fell

Out they fell, thought his darkest hour