Thrill of Death

In death's embrace we find our final peace, Our souls release, as worries cease. The thrill of death, like whispers in the night, Transforms our plight, ignites our light. Through darkest fears, it offers sweet relief, A welcome thief, bringing our belief. Its touch, so cold, yet burns with pure desire, A cleansing fire, a truth we acquire. No longer bound by earthly heavy chains, Our spirits gain, as freedom now reigns. From life's cruel trap, we soar on ethereal wings, In death's sweet springs, our soul forever sings. The thrill of death, an end to all suffering, A gentle buffering, from pain we're averting. In its embrace, we find our final rest, A tranquil nest, where we are truly blessed. Though we may fear what lies beyond the veil, In death we prevail, our fears do pale. For in its mystery, we uncover profound truth, Eternal youth, a liberty uncouth. Oh, thrill of death, let us embrace your call, In darkness enthrall, as we surrender all.