I have been sent,
From a place not my home,
But which could be,
If I don't bring back a soul,
Sorry that it has to be you,
The first one I spot,
In this evening's mist,
All your hopes lost,
I have come not for your shell,
For it fades in few years,
But the soul that remains young,
That indeed is very dear,
My soul has been damned,
Ready for it's salivation,
If I bring another one,
That is ready for donation,
You've lived as if this is your life,
Didn't recognize from your first breath,
Your soul had been won,
By Satan from hell,
So gloom this time has become,
All colored faded from you façade,
As if you have died already,
Waiting for a million years to get your chance,
This is true, that you will get a chance,
But in turn you will be asked the same task,
Bring another soul and you shall be saved,
This cycle continues, never seeing an end.
