Last Day On Earth

I walk this path for the end of line
I admire forest and it's scent of pine
As the feel of cold is creeping up on me
I found a cabin with an open door
Hear a sound of steps on the floor
But there is no one for my eyes to see.

There is glow in the fire place
Warm coal on the fire grate
And I feel the warmth spread inside
I hear the floor to creak again
I look but it must be my brain
From the window I can see weak morning light.

I prepare myself
In weak light of down
For the coming day
Last day on Earth...
Last day, for myself
Last day on Earth...

And now I know who is moving in these corners
Little black shape with glowing eyes
I feel the wind like in dream I fall
Last rites are spoken, for this is where flesh ends.

I prepare myself
In weak light of down
For the coming day
Last day on Earth...
Last day, for myself
Last day on Earth...

I prepare myself
In weak light of down
For the coming day
Last day on Earth...
Last day, for myself
Last day on Earth...
Last day on Earth...