Black Road End of Man

I awoke to a sound that night The scratching on the window pane The sky was dark and menacing Without even a hint of rain It beckoned me out of my warm bed And into the cold, dark street I closed my eyes and suddenly Lost the ground beneath my feet I floated there, confused and unaware A figure had appeared, it could sense my He was so glorious and divine Too wondrous to behold But he was evil and malicious The epitome of cold The things he whispered in my ear Made me shed a tear Fantasies of bloodshed and dismay The end would come some day I floated there, confused and unaware A figure had appeared, it could sense my I was so afraid. Take me to my just take me by the hand. Lead us to the End of Man.