I Is The End

I Is The End

I is the end

cold is the hand of death

when she is exorting you

to follow her in the deepest foundations of the revolt

i is the end

of a deadly world

my friend you will see

one drowsy life at her last breath

in her torment death grasps the spine of life

breaking of her icy fingers

the bones of self respect... respect... respect

cold is the hand of death

when she do the work for you

in front of the glance of the warder's surrender

suicide the end

i want this end

she gives her hands

and i is the end