The End

Sickening the sight, from where you looked above

Your corpse lays still, as blood trickles down your face

Repeated blunt force, fragments of your skull fly shattered in the air

Haunting the site of which you died such a tragic death

Unbearable pain lay inside your head

You touch your face right before you die

But they're not done, they've only just begun

They show no mercy for the weaker ones

Though it's just fate, the lord does not need you now

Like just before he has let you down

No angels come from the skies above