I am the wanderer of soul with untroubled mind

And the last of my kind

I am the final one, last man standing

I have become????

The freezing moon upon the gates of damnation

With luminance of wrath

Northern lights reveal the one destruction

Covering the air

We all die alone in the funeral of world

The burial of ash

Last coffin nails

Six inch long

Six men lower

Six feet under

Into the grave so cold

I am the wanderer of soul with untroubled mind

And the last of my kind

I am the final one, last man standing

I have become????

The freezing moon upon the gates of damnation

With luminance of wrath

Northern lights reveal the one destruction

Covering the air

Covering the air