All is lost, my future, my past, my friends, my kin, my enemies, my fears. Gone from this world, i've grown empty from all shedded tears. Light is gone from this ominous dark. Erased from this plane is my influential mark. Why must we face these days? Who is it that, for all these deaths, pays? Our spirits live on, watching over those with life. While life is short, death eternal, the living will fear no strife. We few protectors stand as a figure paternal. The safety we bring is all but eternal.