You’re looking at me
I see the trust in your eyes
But nowadays that trust can’t save me anymore
The man with the scythe is standing in the shadow
Looking when I’ll break under the presure of the fatal thought
I’m sorry but you where to late
He came before you realised that you were losing me
I’m sorry but I can’t stay much longer on this hell you call life
What you call death will be my redemption
I got the chance to go to your hell
Just one cut with the knife is needed to bring me to my heaven
The life I was looking for
The life you call your hell