When my time comes Ill be ready

When my time came, I promised myself I'd be ready
I was weak, I tumbeled to the floor unsteady
I dragged myself to the ship, with broken bones I was finished.
I dragged by broken body to the ship, I had escaped for now.

We left the ground, my crew offering help
I shrugged them off, to your post!
This was a losing battle, it was death himself
rising over the ship ready to fight.

It was the impact that shook us, it was death's bite.
He hit, he shook, he broke with all of his might!
We sustained the damage we could see
but death could not stop us no not we.

We had escaped for the last time, next time it was my turn.
It was my turn to be tortured, to scream, fight and burn
Not without a fight though, don't come after me.
I am fearless, so leave. me. be.