The End

At the ends of the Earth

Hiding in their caves

Are the witnesses of you Worth?

Waiting for the waves

To wash away your name

The stench you leave behind

What is the value of your fame?

What is there left to find?

Is there even goodness left?

In the darkness is there light?

It is all thanks to your theft

Who if there to fight

Is it our own fault?

We create our own end

Our wounds filled with salt

Towards this we will always trend