In my Darkest Hour
Can you hear the children cry?
Can you hear the old men Die?
Do you feel the sound of sorrow?
Do you see there minds grow hollow?
I have killed more men then all the natures War
I was cunning, unpredictable waiting for your last breath
Taking down the souls of silence
Did I pass the Test?
The walls are burning my time is near
My last attack the finale to their fear
I see the cities with my hand I did take
But the honor of good I could not break
This is my word, my last thought sour
As I quiver and shake in my Darkest Hour
The sun goes down I see them coming
My mind is awake but my legs fear running
As the shot is fired I see there faces
My last smile plays the final of aces
I am gone but my spirit lives on
The next mans challenge
Evils new dawn
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