My Next Move

Watching the darkness take over the sky

Our ship sails away I just wonder why

I should stay on this path

Only feeding my wrath

With every new death

Simply stifling my breath

No more sweet tales I am tired of this game

The ship will be my coffin

And the sea my cool grave

I end my days, stay stern I'm done with this world

I have no more and nothing to give on my turn

I have spent all my will and my hope for a change

Now my next move is made with the flash of the blade

I witnessed the ruin once again on this isle

And I don't really care, I cry and I smile

For the madness of men, which won't ever end

Until every last man holds a gun in their hand...

And takes one good aim to their tormented brain

No prizes for the first and for the last one - no grave