On Death's Wings

From the abandoned grave        
lifted upwards by cold winds:        
On wings of death I'm carried        
far away from the realm of life.        
Fearless I fly into the dark sky,        
abandoning my past forever.        
I see the wonders of the night,        
treasures found beyond life.        
Now ends my ethereal flight,        
here in the city of eternal night.        
Lost among the dead I thrive,        
enjoying that I'm not alive.