When but a pinch of grain remain to fall
By thy glass of hours no life be left to draw
And from His design, to dirt may he lay
With one last breath, to dreams, have his say,

"Goodbye my hopes, once dreams dwell undone
Stand tall oh dark angel for this day you've won
At paths resistance, I that wished not follow
Remain but a man, cleared path, left him hollow
Goodbye, goodbye, times wrath I part humbler
No dreams left to paint in mine eternal slumber."