Death Wings - U.D.

This soul has its wings

And flies with winds of its own

That arise from the ends of the earth

From which no man should come.



To places it ventures

Places heard of only in nightmares past

Of men whose struggles were known to many

But understood by so few.



There I will travel

And make a new home

But you must come to realize

It is not where I wish to reside.



Against my will I am carried

To those distant skies and arid lands

Where no life can exist but only death.



This is my existence; this is my hell.