An old astrologist told me that I was going to die this year on my birthday. I'm not too worried, but I wrote this song as a sort of will.

On the day that my black heart shall cease to beat Gather round the living to celebrate the deseased Burn my body on the highest of the mountains When the moon shines brightest on the coldest nights I will look down upon the horrid earth Damn the light for blinding, dumbing everyone In the afterlife, I'll be terribly enraged Is there a thirst that only death can satisfy? Never quenched while one still holds the breath of life Hidden in a subconcious that we cannot see In the essence of our human being I can feel the claws of death engripping me Tearing deeping into my human skin I regret not bloodying my hands some more But I will get the second chance once I am gone