When the ages pass,
When the world does burn.
When the hands of time no longer turn,
I will stand amidst the ash.
Mourning the yesterdays and the tomorrows.
Surrounded by the shadows of my sorrows.
Abandoned by those most loved by me.
From this earth, their souls did flee.
Taken by Death and its wraith-like Keeper.
Felled by the sickled staff of the Reaper.
The price of my immortality, there is none steeper.
The debt was paid. Now it is done.
Many lives, for only one.