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
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