It’s the end of life, but the end is yet unknown.
At times you were with your beloved ones, but now you are alone.
The ending of our lives, shall leave behind the sorrow.
And on the darkest days, the sun will set in morrow.
The murky night will put out, the Bishop’s candle light.
Deity’s harbinger’ll be swayed away, by the evil’s might.
Whatever the best you’ll do, to worst it would shrink.
Even there where the god resides, the evildoers will enjoy the drink.
The life would end, to desert’s sand, people will moan and groan.
The plants’ll die, the babies-cry, and caitiff will laugh alone.
No exorcist would be able to, uplift the demons cuss.
The doom’s day will take away, the soul from each of us.