On the Equinox
In the hollow's of hell,
Where sin and evil resides,
I will call to me the army of the angels.
In the fault-less skies of heaven,
Where the saints and angels slumber,
I will call to me the army of the damned.
For it is in this afterlife that I do not belong,
Nor in life where I know I should be,
But somewhere between heaven and hell,
My Soul will forever be,
With the fallen and forsaken,
Who have been forgotten just like me.
On the equinox I will meet you there,
For my etermity is in your hands.