Throw of the scent to seize the chase of life,
when one is with death no light in sight.
And I've been told, that before the end
angels will come, angels will come.
Years has taken the best out of me,
sharpest edge.
Endless burdensome journey
without a rest.
Murder in cold blood
instead of a suicide, so this crime is justified.
I have killed myself so many times
that for me without a doubt Heaven is denied.
I am here,
I'm waiting in silence.
I am here,
I'm waiting with no fear of dying.
No more bleeding inside,
waiting for the black sun to rise.
