Apart From Me, Here, On The Other Side
For my eyes that deceives what is believed to be real,
But only what was thought of being real was nothing special than Death
That came from the darkest parts out there to steal.
I cry, kick, shout, and wail, but it fell upon the ears of the deaf.
Oh, the cold touch I felt from it,
Oh, the burning pain I felt from it.
It's euphoric!
Symbols and fire together as one,
Born to burn,
Born to purge,
Born to induce faith to all pony kind that it was not meant to be ignored.
For even the immortal ones in their thrones fear Death;
For Death waits for no man to return.
Oh, the cacophony wails coming from it,
Oh, the rippling tides caused from it.
It's beautiful!
I am so close, but not there
Where you reside for me
To reach you out in this dark lair
That prevents the sense to see.
It will never die from it
It will never lie to it.
It'll never displease me!
Pain and cold are together as one,
Born to freeze,
Born to inflict,
Born to afflict grief and agony to all of pony kind that had forgotten it.
For even the immortal ones wailed and mourn;
For Death is merciless, as Mother Nature is, too.
That was what I seen from it
After I was touch from it.
And seen how much mother nature is such a whore!
Maybe it was marking me for later
For once you are born,
You are dying much slower with pain that is much greater
Than you can ever have sworn.
I'm coming soon, with a mark to bear.
Wait for me mother on the other side, for you, too, share the same mark...from it.