It comes for me in the distance
The last march
The last walk through these woods
For a man gone
A ghost walking
Into the grave
Into the never
Again
And again
I hear the horn
They come for me
The broken
The faceless
They walk in unison
Soon I must fall in line
To join their ranks
Of the damned
Of the lost
Of the lonely
A gray curtain rises
Cloud on my horizon
Blanket of gray
It hangs upon me
On this day
And the horns are in the distance
And they soon come for me.