Standing at the abyss another path’s ending down here.
Still I bear the storm inside blurring my eyes.
Banishing the farewell-cut, deep in my heart with the fear
of another black [bad word] decision of life.

Now I feel the pain of the ripping wound that never heals.
Gimme water, I throw the needle away.
Do I have to pay this price that my old absess reveals?
Take the time to have a rethink bout my days

No!
You are afraid, it is too late.
There is no time to win your life.
And what remains flows in your [bad word] closer yeah – I am the fight.

I have been the one who was drowning in this lake of tears.
Now I have the last time to borrow advice.
Starring at the crossroad of life-history of my fears.
I’ll be on my way when the flame [bad word] ice.

When the light is breaking through my disease
dark ones are gaining their heir.
Turning winds are hearing your silent scream.
My love and lack of despair.
And I will return from death and your emptiness.
Crowbars are [bad word] the gate.
Cross the lines, another red shining vein
clipping my black wings of hate.