Blood drips from my finger's tips,
as an ice cold breath leaves my lips.
Stiffness has crepe into my joints,
my mind is dull and without resolve.
Life has no meaning without Death,
and death is just an open doorway.
To step inside is only the beginning,
what awaits is not for the living to know.
I have looked into that door,
and have seen what is to come.
Fear of the unknown,
is only for those who do not know.
Come walk with me inside this show,
take my hand if you still fear.
For death is only a beginning,
not the eternal end.
Come lay your worries upon my shoulder,
and walk with me and be a little bolder.
For life in this world is nothing but cold,
and I weep for all my children, as I grow old.
as an ice cold breath leaves my lips.
Stiffness has crepe into my joints,
my mind is dull and without resolve.
Life has no meaning without Death,
and death is just an open doorway.
To step inside is only the beginning,
what awaits is not for the living to know.
I have looked into that door,
and have seen what is to come.
Fear of the unknown,
is only for those who do not know.
Come walk with me inside this show,
take my hand if you still fear.
For death is only a beginning,
not the eternal end.
Come lay your worries upon my shoulder,
and walk with me and be a little bolder.
For life in this world is nothing but cold,
and I weep for all my children, as I grow old.
-TM