This life has become an unrecognized realm of torment With death will come the truest release The voices claw at my soul, the old curse still present And my end will deliver my truest peace I held the end close to my being, ready to walk the path I chose the darkness over the light on that summer day And as I began to reach through, a raven began to laugh It seemed as if the Wanderer had a reason for me to stay But I am now lost and I wander is his stead Looking to skies for the sign of blackened wings For if I am forgotten in this tainted plane again I will cross the bridge and reunite with dead kings