Crimea River, III. The Wrath of Death

I make my way to the river
Ready to die
When The Wrath of Death
Only lies

Scared to death
I reach forward to a stick
To impart on my life
I truly found my way of life

Lost in the dark
Reaching for light
Scared that there is none

Flashes of memory
Flashes of light
Something comes over me like a wishful night
For my goal is to die
But to die
In purpose

Created from nothingness
Designed with love and experience
I am fashioned by the physical but not defined by it
I am here for a purpose and a single objective
I shall pass away when that goal is accomplished

To admonish our remaining sin
To admonish the evilness of sin itself
To abolish our remaining sin
To provide a path to eternal life
To leave the world better off

I took my stick and shoved it in his eye
Blinding him to an equal life
Losing sight of what is not life
I take his hand, cutting it into the cake
He melts down and runs away
Leaving the thought of what is gone
The thought of what who
Leading the army of soldiers in