Throw of the scent
to seace the chase of life
when one with death no light in sight
I have been told that before the end
The angels will come, angels will come

Years has taken the best out of me
The sharpest edge
Endless burdensome journey without a rest

Murder in cold blood instead of a suicide
This crime is justified
I have killed myself so many times¨
that for me wihtout a doubt
Heaven is denyed

I am here, I am waiting, In silence
With no fear of dying

No more
Bleeding inside
Waiting for
The black sun to rise