Close your weary eyes,
Under choking clouds of ash and darkest dust,
The silver kiss of sleep is lost,
I can feel these broken cogs begin to rust.

But when the end finally comes I won't despair,
I'll just keep on hoping I might see you there.

Try to keep a blank page,
But these memories they, flood my mind with grief,
Faces lost forever,
And the guilt of feeling some kind of relief.

But when the end finally comes I won't despair,
I'll just keep on hoping I might see you there.

The long years I could see your ghost.
The long years I could see your ghost.
The long years I could see your ghost.
The long years I could see your ghost.

As this world of twisted metal falls,
I can hear the demons tearing down the walls,
In the face of so much hate and cruelty,
In my mind's eye, my angels are all I see.

But when the end finally comes I won't despair,
I'll just keep on hoping I might see you there.

The long years I could see your ghost.
The long years I could see your ghost.
The long years I could see your ghost.
The long years I could see your ghost.

-Fifiield (deviant art)