when the human race is at the break of extinction
vanished into the mists of time
the lives that once were are no more
and they became a part of history
what if the children of tomorrow are gone
the dreams of a future disappeared
only memories of the past remain
then what hope is there for us left
what used to be the great empire of men
crushed before the power of time
armies shattered across the world
with only one man still standing
alone he stood there in the dark
with his face covered behind all the pain
no sorrow, no tears in his eyes
only everlasting darkness
so tired of all his work
his task finally completed
at last he can go to sleep for eternity
The Angel Of Dead had a bussy day