Before I succumb to the great twilight,

The inscrutable light, gleaming with fear,

I beg you to bestow me one last sight

Of the people I failed to overseer.

O' a life teeming with lamentation,

Hanging at the very end of a ridge;

Collection of every single mistake,

My skin trembles and shakes; terror abridged.

Seeing the face of those who suffers,

Emaciate in the clad of carnage,

I found amusement, pleasure and wonder;

Why death and terror does not satiate.

Truly, a very fascinating fate;

A sane man turned evil incarnate.