Waitig for Death's Black Wing to Scrape the Sky

The world is dark and replete with affliction and sin
An interminable cycle of torment and antipathy
It's akin to we're all just subsisting in Mordor
Anticipating the darkness to consume us

I wait for death's black wing to scrape the sky
The kiss of doom, the final goodbye
The cessation of the world, the ultimate skirmish
The darkness emanates, an eternal nocturne

The giant oculus is always watching
Its gaze is frigid and unforgiving
It's akin to we're all just subsisting in a prison
With no hope of ever absconding this interminable vision

The orcs are always watching, always watching
Their swords are sharp, their armor is grating
Separating flesh from bone
Feasting on the carcass of the enemy

I hanker for death's atramentous pinion to scrape the firmament
In the light of the enormous eye
I yearn for the peace of the elven falls
The stars, the sound of the waterfalls
The end of the world, the final fight
Darkness comes, the eternal night

I wait for death's black wing to scrape the sky
The kiss of doom, the final goodbye
The cessation of the world, the ultimate skirmish
The darkness emanates, the eternal nocturne