Soon I'll be gone. And all the sins will be forgotten, because I will be forgotten. In the beginning there were seven of us, in the end there was one and now I have fallen. I am a fallen angel. I lost the battle with forces of nature, after all I was a fool who decided to challenge them, who thought that he could win a war where weapons unknown to the whole humanity were used.

I'm not mad at any of you, I'm mad at myself for believing something that I couldn't hold on to.

Raise a glass for those who are gone, let them sink in eternity. Let the rain wash off your pain and your soul be taken away. Taken away to the land where nobody suffers and knows no fear, to the land where everyone's equal and no one is betrayed. Where your believes aren't hold against you. Where you can expect your brothers to be there at the coldest night and hold you close when you're running out of will to live. Where no shame is brought upon you and every word you speak don't bring you to your knees. Raise your glass for the land of tomorrow.

I say goodbye now, but I'll see you tomorrow. I'll miss you all oh so much, but I won't let you know that I'm missing you. I'll want to see you, oh so much, but I won't let you know that I do. I expect you to forget me. Because I deserve nothing more than that, yet in my heart there will always be hope that won't.

I love you my brothers.

I'm sorry my brothers.

I'll see you my brothers.

I'll meet you again.

I promise.