The old man approached the river
His gray head hanging low
His frail bones, tired and weakened
Stepped beyond the shore into the cold
And he knew there is no hope for redemption
No mercy would fall upon his wretched head
A wicked soul, who did not long to see the sunrise
With sullen heart, he cursed the churning waves around him
Swept into the dark
Too late to return
He breathed in
From the emptiness
Fear rose up in his throat
And then he knew
No more time
No more breath
No more hope
No more dawn
Only void
Only void
Only void
Only void
