The skies are black, ashes flying around.
I am death, to hell am I bound.
No time to kill, time is to repent.
All of the sins, for which it is meant.
I am baphomet, watching the circus play.
I perform alone, my show is the doomsday.
No time to endure, time is to repent.
All the pain caused, for which it is meant.
A beheaded man, is worth to see with all the trickling blood.
A slow death or a tortured life, all goes under mud.
No time to bury, time is to repent.
All the bloody torture, for which it is meant.
The ticking of time, is a constant threat.
You cry on the past as you slowly regret.
No time to lie down, time is to repent.
All the conspiracies, for which it is meant.
This faint belief of a long lasting life.
With parents, friends, cousins or wife.
No time to fake smile, time is to repent.
All the relations made, for which it is meant.
Falling below, out manned and out gunned.
From battles to burial grounds it'd become.
No time to search beloved, time is to repent.
All the tears shed, for which it is meant.
Losing a body part, or losing the soul.
Losing nerves, on finding out the mole.
No time for proof, time is to repent.
All the broken promises, for which it is meant.
A moment to exacerbate, not to ameliorate,
Cease the ceremonies, for this moment to deteriorate.
No time to prepare, time is to repent.
Your departure with my arrival, for which it is meant.