Azrael
In the very end, where all our journeys cease,
Stands a figure that is cloaked in the truth of death's peace.
His hands, though cold, offer the kindest fate.
A guide into the beyond, neither early nor late.
Seen as a shadow, signaling ends of days,
His vibrant essence sets our perceptions ablaze.
Creeping behind us...
Stands a figure that is cloaked in the truth of death's peace.
His hands, though cold, offer the kindest fate.
A guide into the beyond, neither early nor late.
Seen as a shadow, signaling ends of days,
His vibrant essence sets our perceptions ablaze.
Creeping behind us...