The axe, the bottle and the rope 
The feeling there really is no more hope 
The thought of the great unknown 
And facing it alone 
The dark, the silent and the cold 
The feeling I [bad word] to the end of my road 
Yes, these are the things I spend 
My remaining moments with 

And the wind blows through my heart 
Shivers me one last time 
As I now reach out in the dark 
No one there 

Why did it have to be so hard 
For us to live our lives 
Again I reach out in the dark in despair 

The desperation and the snow 
The feeling of [bad word] back home 
The melancholy and the hole in the soil so hard and cold 

And the wind blows through my heart 
Shivers me one last time 
As I now reach out in the dark 
No one there 

Your love for me, my love for you 
Things we somehow managed to lose 
Now there´s only [bad word] wind 
To blow right through 
It freezes my heart, my desperate heart 
It freezes my heart, my desperate heart 
It freezes my heart, my desperate heart 
To think we both will die alone 

And the wind blows through my heart 
Shivers me one last time 
As I now reach out in the dark 
No one there