• If I should die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take.
    But is this prayer made all in vain?
    What awaits at the end of this cold evil reign?
    What awaits behind this black door,
    That human kind has always sought for?
    Will it be a place of peace, or will it be a mangled beast?
    I always questioned "What awaits?"
    The thoughts would always keep me up late.
    If there is nothing, what would I be?
    Would I cease to be anything at all,
    as I urged you to hear my calls?
    The question that haunts me ever more,
    What will happen after we are no more?