Every night I can see the sands of [bad word] through my hands, yet every time it seems that something gives me another chance.
 All the times I've tried to die, no years no words can ever tell.
 I want to leave but I'm doomed to live in this [bad word] 
 
Sometimes I try to live. It feels like I'm made eternally to be.
  [bad word] funeral winds, embrace my soul. Carry me to a place where I can...(die)
 
Every night I can see the reflections before my eyes, and every time I must see my precious ones die.
 Over and over again the cycle is never ending.
 Over and over again I hope for the veil of death over me to descend.
 
I was born to be a creation of death. Again and again I must take my own life away.
 
Sometimes I try to live... I wish it would end. Again I have failed.
  [bad word] funeral winds, embrace my soul. Carry me to a place where I can...(die)
 
Again I shed my life out from my veins.