Death Lives

I hear the wind calling my name
The whispering tones, the breathiness holds
A fate for me which I can not escape
A traveller tells me his tale
Of hope lost and found, of his life duty-bound
To visit those who've landed in the shade
"I think you've a story as well"
He said with a smile, then paused for a while
And waited as the silence quickly fell

Oh, I know
That this may be the last time
That there's someone listening to me

Death
Lives
While the ravens feed upon his
Breath
No
Salvation for the ones who claim his work

Slowly I've found my own tongue
As the words start to flow, time's beginning to slow
As my tale continues to be sung
Once I was finished I knew
That this figure so strange, offered me an exchange
That I could not refuse

Oh, then I knew
I should have seen it from the start
The bright blue glint in his cold eyes

Death
Lives
While the ravens feed upon his
Breath
No
Salvation for the ones who claim his
Death
Lives
While the ravens feed upon his
Breath
No
Salvation for the ones who claim his

Labour
Final hour
Is not far
Pray for
The calm shores
Upon stars
Always
The end of days
Start with fire
Finding
Solace in the
Final moments of my life