My Last Call

Silence! The screams that haunted me have returned
Crawling! I feel their claws scratching my brain
Destiny! Final Death awaits
Coming! I see Grim Reaper's face

A freezing wind cuts through my wounds like sharp razors
The pain it inflicts is making me go insane

Even now moments before my death, evil tries to lead me astray
Making me false promises in the hope I fall for his ways

I feel an infection coming in through my wounds - The end has begun for me
There is little hope for me to survive my great demise
Again I hear the voice which calls me His son
But then the screams that haunted me returned again

“It is time to accept what you are:
nothing more than a sinful creature who is afraid of the night
Salvation of death, it's just a lie you believe in
to make it easier to face the unknown”

Now in the cold-blooded snow,
I lie trembling with fear of my death
Death approaches me with a scythe in hand,
waiting for the moment to harvest his crop
I sent my falcon away to get some help,
but I already knew it would come too late

Things are seldom what they seem
The end is in fact just a beginning
For my spirit has become immortal
through the blood of He who was slain before me
The fire in my eyes is extinguishing slowly
My life is at an end, my death is at hand
I have lost all feeling, my wounds stopped bleeding
My flesh is frozen by the wind
Memories from times long ago are passing by
My father, my liege I think I must cry
For my heart is faltering, my spirit is leaving
With my dying breath, I make my last call