16 June 2012
When I am gone mourn me not my friends
Though Persephone should claim me for her own
To toil in Hades gloomiest caverns
And now down to her at a corpse-drapped throne,
Though the death knell chimes in the third doomed hour
And my last breath should leave my laden breast,
Though I succumb to the Reaper's powers
My friends do not weep though I have now left.
For I have fled my dear corrupted home
Where the poor and hungry must beg for scraps,
I've found peace away from this crowded space
Where we push to save society's collapse,
I've found rest below, I have been appeased
And your dearest hearts I will never leave.
Don't Cry For Me • Opuss № I