Woorden: Crown. Dying Of The Heart.

Welcome to the dying of the heart
The path of pure damnation
The dark horse will bring glory...
The pale horse will bring death!

In a ripping evil flash I give me to kill you to death
As I stab the seven daggers in, nothing touches me now
Feel the vacuum of my heart; suck the life out of your bones
Feed upon the spirits force... tear down, breakdown, fear me!

Now, in the House of Deadly Dreams
Empty me of all but death, the darkness never ends
I have seen the truth of me
The three denials are complete, no mercy left in here

It is finished!

Back again, in the symbolic winter night
Where I hunt and where you flee, paralyzed with fear
I will leave you dead in dreams
Storming through the astral snow, devouring your soul

So I got on the horse and I rode for miles, but I did not see my face
Riding the dark horse, hunting and speeding, flying fast and free
And I carried the scythe, and was reaping the harvest of crying helpless souls
Laughing in triumph, in bitter passion

Weltering in blood, cruelty, and nameless pain

In a mystic nightmare void I gave me to death you to kill
As I stabbed the seven daggers in, nothing touches me still
Now the vacuum of my heart sucks the life out of my bones
I can feel the death inside... tear up, break up, fuck up!

I got on a horse and I rode for days, but I did not know my name
On Sorrow's pale horse, foaming with pest, flying too fast to see
Wielding the scythe and reaping the harvest of screaming sacrifice
But killing you is killing me
And dead I shall till the end of my time remain...

I'll tear you down, and make you look at me!
I have no soul... my face turned to a mask!
Cold winds of death blow straight into my heart!
I'll tear you up and rob you of your life!

My freezing blood runs cold... when darkness penetrate
My dying heart can't hold... when sorrow detonate