Cruel goodness

In this place I suppose there is peace
The silence is to be broken by your coming

As the time passes my throbs accelerate
Because I know the moment that I hated comes near

This battle has to finish
With it's kingdom of pain
And fear

And as chosen one I have to apply the final strike
Your freedom in death will be the torture of my soul
Maybe I don't survive, I don't survive
There is no alternative

It's to be done

I close my eyes
So that I don't see
I feel smell of blood
Forgive me!
Goodbye!