Grown old/ Devine retrubution

year after year as my memory fades
day after day as line darken on my face
as i turn back, to see what ive done
i realise what a beast ive been

my grip get loser with every hour
these legs of mine, cant run with world anymore
as i turn back to see whats behind
i see the hatred filled eyes staring at me

i fall on my knees
as i try to run
sword does no job
as i try to wild
my eyes decive me
as i try to see
my voice runs back
as i cry for help

my soul has left its temple now
i cant see myself anymore
as i turn back to see where i am
i see the good men feasint at me.