Last Day on Earth - Immortal Souls

I walk this path for the end of line,

I admire forest and it’s scent of pine.

As the feel of cold is creeping up on me

I found a cabin with an open door.

Hear a sound of steps on the floor.

But there is no one for my eyes to see.

There is glow in the fire place.

Warm coal on the fire grate.

And I feel the warmth spread inside.

I hear the floor to creak again.

I look but it must be my brain.

From the window I can see weak morning light.

I prepare myself.

In weak light of down,

For the coming day,

Last day on Earth…

Last day, for myself;

Last day on Earth…

And now I know who is moving in these corners.

Little black shape with glowing eyes.

I feel the wind like in dream I fall.

Last rites are spoken, for this is where flesh ends.

I prepare myself.

In weak light of down,

For the coming day,

Last day on Earth…

Last day, for myself;

Last day on Earth…

I prepare myself.

In weak light of down,

For the coming day,

Last day on Earth…

Last day, for myself;

Last day on Earth…

Last day on Earth…