Woorden: Demon Hunter. Storm the Gates of Hell. Fading Away.

It's in this wake that I find myself
Losing the will to resume this Hell
When every breath is a dying wish
It's harder to follow the point of this

This broken place that I call my home
Has deepened the sorrow that I have sown
And I can't erase what is in my heart
I want it to finish before it starts

My own solution insufficient again
No false illusion, this devouring threat
I break the vessel, giving air to its red
And open my fate to the darkened sky

I've been fading away
I've been waiting on the call
To reach my veins
Ready or not

No attention to waste
Every sorrow of the soul
Will reap my name
When I cease to exist

So now I've come to the final sleep
I pray that forgiveness is mine to keep
I know it's hard to forget this man
Driving the failure into your hands

My own solution insufficient again
No false illusion, this devouring threat
I break the vessel, giving air to its red
And open my fate to the darkened sky

I've been fading away
I've been waiting on the call
To reach my veins
Ready or not

No attention to waste
Every sorrow of the soul
Will reap my name
When I cease to exist

When I cease to exist

I've been fading away
I've been waiting on the call
To reach my veins
Ready or not

No attention to waste
Every sorrow of the soul
Will reap my name
When I cease to exist

I've been fading away
I've been waiting on the call
To reach my veins
Ready or not

No attention to waste
Every sorrow of the soul
Will reap my name
When I cease to exist

When I cease to exist