Fall of the Idols - The One That Awaits

Drink deeply from the waters of Lethe and welcome its gift
A solace and comfort given by the unseen

Frigid tongues caress the very depths of soul
Treasures and pride drown to this river's flow
Lingering thoughts of the great unknown
Hand on oar guides through the mist and cold

Lunacy lurks in as spirits start their strife
Adrift away from the amiable light of life
Inanity congested by the hands of the humble
Excess avarice led eyes to cause the blunder

Nothing is forgiven, all demands dampen
Vanity has sewn the lips of a prudent
Where silence is constant it rends the soul asunder
Become one with this water, receive the blissful slumber

Vita brevis breviter in brevi finietur
Mors venit velociter quae neminem veretur
Omnia mors perimit et nulli miseretur
Memento mori, errare humanum

(Life is short, and shortly it will end
Death comes quickly and respects no one
Death destroys everything and takes pity on no one
Remember your mortality mistakable man)