When darkness calls

Into the world of the unknown,
Where your imagination
Starts to crumble
And the mind plays every trick;
An old painting rests
Where once stood a brick wall,
It's deep eyes
Desperately try to cleanse
The soul of those who look,
Terrified.

The trumpets sound
As the final call echoes
This old castle;
Where will you be
When darkness calls?

At the distance
One spots a glimpse of hope,
As the chariot descends
From the skies;
Passing by, missing our souls,
We lose every bit of hope
That still resided in our grey hearts,
And start to hope that the wrath
Spares us from this inevitable faith.