Straight On Or With Eyes Closed

Don't think you can escape me
I've been on your heels for quite some time
You shouldn't call me Nothing
I'm the cold in this world so sublime
This said, Ole Death, devourer
And slayer of a thousand foes
"How shall you choose to meet me?
Straight on or with your eyes closed?"
It dawns on him quickly
Clarity of insight
My breath is not my own tonight
Stories have endings
There's no way around it
My breath is not my own tonight
I choose to lay down my life
Cry in a garden
And a friend with a sword
A hill for the killing
And a claim that cannot be ignored
It dawns on me slowly
Clarity of insight
My breath is not my own
Stories have endings
There's no way around it
My breath is not my own tonight
I choose to lay down my life
Like a phoenix I will rise
My breath is not my own tonight