I walk where breath grows thin and cold, Where names are carved, where prayers grow old. Not to end, but to attend, The sacred line where life must bend. I do not beg the reaper’s hand, Nor curse the rot that claims the land. I mark the hour, I hold the door, I weigh the soul… nothing more. Kneel not to death in fear or flame, It comes when called, it leaves no name. I AM THE MOMENT BEFORE THE END The final breath you cannot fend Not wrath, not mercy, not release I keep the balance… war and peace I AM THE GRAVE THAT DOES NOT HUNGER I AM THE BELL THAT STOPS THE THUNDER When fate is broken, torn, or bent I decide, now you’re meant. Your blood still warm, your hands still shake, The line uncut, for mercy’s sake. Not today, not yet, not now, The oath still binds the vow. But when the scales fall into place, When life has spent its borrowed grace, I will not weep, I will not pray… I open earth. I cast turn away undead. Kneel not to death in fear or flame, It comes when called, it leaves no name. I AM THE MOMENT BEFORE THE END The final breath you cannot fend Not wrath, not mercy, not release I keep the balance… war and peace I AM THE GRAVE THAT DOES NOT HUNGER I AM THE BELL THAT STOPS THE THUNDER When fate is broken, torn, or bent I decide, now you’re meant. Rest is not weakness. Death is not evil. I stand so others do not fall too soon. I CUT THE THREAD, NO SCREAMS, NO FLAME NO GLORY CARVED INTO YOUR NAME JUST EARTH, JUST DUST, JUST SILENCE KEPT AS PROMISED TO THE ONES WHO SLEPT I AM THE MOMENT BEFORE THE END The last true law that will not bend When gods grow cruel and mortals plead I end what must, I guard what needs I AM THE GRAVE I AM THE SCALE I AM THE END THAT DOES NOT FAIL
