Last Day Hero, Last Eternity Dead

(this probably got to be a song, yet I just haven't any music for it still)

When life is gone they say again:
"Oh, what a tragedy of man!
For all his sinful suicide
It hath been done from the inner pride!.."

It's all the same, when everyone does his deeds -
Does his fair deeds succeeded by the evil seeds.
Yet nothing gained - all memories are flown away,
And thee, the fugitive of past - go, run astray!

Look at the mirror -
mental darkness is watching
From this face of storm,
o'er the perennial searching;
Become a last day hero, the dawn's thy enemy
To justify thy torn of a desperate blasphemy.
What was meant to be -
Heed all what I see...

Just dwell the cemetery of light that gleams
Where all the secret thoughts turn into dreams
And nothing else exists but loneliness
In this damned place, fed with its still caress.

Fulfill this dismal, darkling place
With fantasies of sad disgrace
And mourn! - and mourn up to the skies,
Let all see how the glory dies.