Do not fear the winding down,
We all have been since the first round.
A dimming light, a deafening sound;
To become a simple earthen mound.

Do not fear the clutch of death,
With it's infintie mass and unfathomable depths.
Lumbering 'till there is nothing left;
Save the memories on another's breath.

Tonight, tonight
I'll pay that ferryman to cross.

Do not fear the blacking out.
That unavoidable feeling about
What happens to us after we cease to shout,
Regardless of how we fought the bout.

Tonight, tonight.
I'll pay that ferryman to cross,
To the other side.