Dying Chant

As I lay dying at the eve of my days There is a void inside me, hollowed by the years Time has made these scars, burned them in my soul Mouldred this ugly figure of anguish and woe Only death by my side, in the darkness waiting I weep for what I've done, cry for what I've not I beg for salvation, that cannot be found Never in this life, not with these memories I never have shown regret or asked for forgiveness I never have relented, no, or yielded to prayers Only vision in my mind, as I give my life How she hides her face, and turn away