Seconds tick by, as mortal time clocks fade.
Beckon my soul, the portal of death’s blade.
The adventure from which, no one can hide.
That which lies past, the Great Divide.
Does time’s watch stop, for an eternal bliss?
Finally home, unknown but still missed.
Will I smile and atone, with God By my side?
Is that waiting on me, facing the Great Divide?
I fought the bad fight and ran the wrong race. Done nothing to reserve, my spot in that place.
A forbidding cell awaits, me and all who resist.
Beyond the Great Divide, if such places exist.
However the case, is now I must fight.
Whatever the pace, I’ll stand firm and upright.
Fall victim I can’t, despite the grief I won’t die.
But roar a death chant, across the Great Divide.