When i saw your reflection,
remembered you're a ghost.
Relenteless dead perfection
i prayed to hear the most.

When i crossed tiny Rubicon,
remembered where we've met,
I've built a monument of scorn,
i don't regret you're dead

I've paced a thounsands miles
through fires, ice and thunderstorms.
I'm here to hear your cries,
and yet they are stillborn.

I am the master now, you're gone,
i rule my world of dread.
You don't recall our Rubicon,
 you don't, because you're dead.