Could I predict the storm
When constellations reach their final form
Two steps away from death I feel forlorn
As cold as stone in this world I was born

One step short of demise
Fear grows stronger than one thousand eyes
Staring at my destiny
But when [bad word] to leaving
I [bad word] from gods
And the journey to [bad word] Is bound to end with a flow of blood

I [bad word] their shining, cold steel
To cut me so deep that my sins are forgiven
And salvation time would break free
Thus witness their will [bad word] [bad word] And anger distorted their long lost caresses
Of lives that I ended so [bad word] 
Sink in the eyes again...

Sink in the eyes again
Fear strikes in lion's den
One wicked smile can win
Unleash the beast within

One step short of demise
Fear grows stronger than one thousand eyes
Staring at my destiny
But when [bad word] to leaving
I [bad word] from gods
And the journey to [bad word] Is bound to end with a flow of blood