For what it is, that I am
For what I was, it was all dead
Love and life that I desired
A little bit of beauty and breeze
Who would have known
As they were all children of darkness
Whoever I am, I am the death, for
What I loved was a bit of life
Shadow of the circle, that it is
It never ends
Like the sorrow of a broken heart
Which I had, no more I would ask

God of life, I was
But my past was not of life
Life is an ever-growing curse
For one who understands
As I had, for I was the one
Who kept the circle moving, but
Like a weighing stone on the scale
It remained unmoved
What was left,
The betterment of past and present
Worthless when it was too much
For what it was, that I have become

I am a god of death
The circle is broken
And so is the shadow
For now, nothing’s eternal
Life is celebrated
At last, it was death
That gave life its purpose
No more circles to be watched
No more broken hearts to be mended
At last, as the death himself
I can watch as it ends
For what it was, that I was
For what it is, that I have become