I lay down my head in hands 
and rest on this thrones cold chest 
I hold my breath shut eyes and rest 
until red lips turn thin and black 
I wake up in cold sweat 
cuffed to this thrones armrest 
and with my hands both tied 
I sharpened those nails on time 
close this coffin's lid 
beat those nails through it 
into these wooden planks 
in the rythm of this days end 
to the last verse of this song 
before my sunset's gone 
then bury me here 
beneath this dark throne 
And let me bleed out lonely 
so I can bleed out slowly 
I drill my fangs 
into soft raw flesh 
those dreams turn again 
dry sheets soaked wet 
though my lungs burn and hurt 
I hunt [bad word] for days 
to keep this sunset close 
instead of miles away 
and alive until the end 
no regrets about the time 
you borrowed me and I 
gave away for free again