Death wears a [bad word] mask
but its benevolence is debated
under every single question we ask

our task is not an easy one, dear brother
we must assist each other

if we're to make it through
I'm just as terrified as you
but surely there's something to look forward to

Somewhere, there's a world we were meant to create
but it seems that we are not stronger than fate
you look my way,
what can I say?
I wish I believed things will be okay

throughout these darkened halls
and these obsidian towers
there's a presence gliding through the walls
as we approach our final hours

I wish I believed things will be okay