Weathered Axe

Wandering the grief-wracked city
Passing among lost souls
I am a creature of hate
And I endure eternally

Under harsh accents of horror
I began to weep
Without hope death will come
Carrying my weathered axe

Bitten by remorse, ashamed
All life gone, erased
Desolation, extinction

I must now surrender
Damned and in grief
I cross the darkened flood
Enter gates of hell

Weathered axe

Hope I'll never see skies again