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Here I lay alone on this cold dark night

My hour has come in the frigid twilight

Desperately rationing each last breath

In vain delay the awaiting jaws of death

I was a man of reason, not faith

Never entertaining tales of gods or wraiths

So self-assured, so strong in conviction

Never once considered that perhaps I was wrong

Dead wrong...

To my friends, I bid farewell

I'll treasure those good times spent

But now surrender to the jaws of death

What is this? There's something very wrong

Could it be? Yes indeed, my very soul

And if that's true...oh, no...