Guiding Light

Come�
Take my hand
Feel the tears
Well up inside of you

Die...
By my hand
Feel the fears
Grow deep inside of you

And as I take his bony hand, he reveals his famous scythe
The world before my eyes turns black, he cuts the thread of life

Non est ad astra mollis e terris via

Visions of the past, embrace with icy arms
As certain as has life, death also has its charms
The cold...in my veins...
Has vanished, as did pain...

The light is closing, and all becomes dark
I�m lost in endless sorrow, and none is here to guide the way

Non est ad astra mollis e terris via

Trapped inside the afterlife, where is my guiding light?