Behind the walls I feel the scenes of ancient crimes
 My murderer stand in silence outside
 Above the bed slurring white shapes, they're watching me
 I can already hear how much I'm dead

 As if I had the will to cross the line
 I'm getting on my feet, sweating cold, tearing eyes
 Making love with ghosts before I leave
 Such an intense moment of time

 How long will it take?
 So long do I'll wait
 Before the angels say my name

 How long will it take?
 So long do I'll wait
 Deep down the demons spread their flames

 The air is pure I'm feeling strong
 Look at me now
 And describe only what your heart can see

 I made of black, am I made of white
 I need to know
 In order to show my soul where to go

 As if I had the will to cross the line
 I'm getting on my feet, sweating cold, tearing eyes
 Making love with ghosts before I leave
 Such an intense moment of time

 I envy those who lives without their lost
 I should not regret
 I admire the suns rising over the hills

 Magic....