Apostles of Death

The light is off,
The Darkness has come
There are only candles
To light the old room.
Waiting for Silence
Searching for Answers
In empty and cold
Gloomy small room.

A mirror
A cross
And a Destiny road
Will follow the places
That you are to go,
To bless
And reflect
The sorrow and pain
That you, on the way
Will face
Once and for all.

In books about Death
Do not search for Rest,
It's all in your heart,
So explore,
You are not alone
There are three more to come
Apostles of Death
Ceasing the fear,
Earning your trust.

All doors have closed
Windows are broken
Wind will close eyes
To the ones
That are woken,
Mirrors reflect
The ones you have waited
They came here to
Conquer
The ones who're
Forsaken.

You will become
A hero from prose,
Who's searching for eyes
While coming too close...

Or you will forever
Be trapped in a mirror
Reflecting the terrors
The pain and The Fear.

But maybe you'll leave
To wait for your Rest,
You'll throw out the cross
And make a request
To Deadly Apostles
That came for your soul
You will be sacred
Once and for all.