To the End

When you are already at the gates

Without need for key

You feel the brimstones

The gnashing of teeth

Old old 

Very old business

All you have fought for

Either you are now paid

Or paying for your sins 

Its all in the mind

A new smoke

A new smile

Fangs behind

Pupils always missing at night

At the very end

Lets us welcome the new one

Our savior at the conclave