The light will fade in this day of sorrow.   A black candle shines before my eyes.   My thoughts are lonely and empty.   Tired I stare into the burning bright flame.   All light will cease. It's just a matter of time.   The day, the candle, the sun and the stars.      The dying is waiting for the fall.   The dying will leave the world without a hope in the    blackest dawn.      I drift away into the flame.   The candle is burning weaker.   Now it's almost gone and I meet the fear that I've hidden    from.   The ashes of torture fills the ground.   A blood red sky has turned to black.   Like everything will.      The dying is waiting for the fall.   The dying will leave the world without a hope in the    blackest dawn.