In the depths of my wake 
I find it hard to fake 
So I don't even bother 
The outcome will never foster 
My well being or happiness 
I used to try hard for this 
Those days are finished 
The grandeur now diminished 
Cause I know honor doesn't exists 
A hunter may conquers his quarry 
But there's no greatness in the midst 
There is no such thing as glory 
Everything dies and turns to soil 
It matters not how hard you fight, how long you toil 
The bounds of humanity will be bared down on 
By the vastness of eternity and glimpses of dawn