A thin black line is my horizon
I ask you not to bring me it
For it is my end
an end I don't wish to face

I believed in things once
In passion and in love
In strength and in will
In hope and in faith
In all this I once believed
With more fire than the sun

Farewell my shadow
It stands before the thin black line of my horizon
At the end of a path I have chosen to follow
A choice too late to regret
For all the mistakes I have made and the horrors I have seen
I will still continue to walk this path
With no remorse and no sorrow

The Three beckon me towards them
The Triumvirate of my soul
The Fugitive
The Judged and
The Neglected
Their master is the Pale Horseman and he sits atop his dead horse
An undead commander of cold, marrow and plague
He is my father and my son, my being and all

We are naught but the fleeting
We are tears in the rain