Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Final Moment

Weakened hands to weak to raise a sword
Just before me here stood a foe
My throat was stucked to praise the cord
Beyond the back they stretched crossbow

It was hard when you're dying
Angel-of-death realeased a threat
Much closer to the edge of standing
While hope nothing but life to spread

I's insisting well yes I am
For mercy that I's powerless
I's telling to all I am
For last time I sensed my flesh