every old man has regrets
things done, things not done
but to me regrets are twofold
the faces of coin I see in mirror

You are in my blood...
but the blood cells will die
as you did
and maybe youre memory will one day too

among the dead, dead, dead ground of soul
I stalk, prey, ambush
to realise Im just a scavenger
no grandeur, just filth

no greater meaning will ever come to me
a ghoul, servant to vampire lords
slave to a power of meaninglessness
total death is just a dream for me

beyond light im lost
trapped to quest
for a meaning
but theres nothing.

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