You feed him with every death
The more tragic the death is, the more thirsty he gets
It is an eternal fight
he lives off death and our shield is life
Thanatos, our blood
Thanatos, our destiny
You try to dodge him all your life
All humanity would want never to see him
But we are in a wheel of fortune
And he can touch anyone...
The end of one life and the beginning of another
It would be so easy to forget…
He's like your shadow,
he is always there behind you.
But thinking it twice,
there's something romantic about it
The fear of losing something,
fear of eternal darkness...