Woorden: Depressed Mode. ...For Death. She's Frozen.

For ages this madness
has driven me to death

In nighttime my soulless carcass awaken
Her whispers in the air will turn my dreams into reality

Searching forever, I don't want her to be found
To the rest of them, I wish, that their souls will shiver

In nighttime my soulless carcass awaken
Her whispers in the air will turn my dreams into reality

I cannot see the beauty found in me
Your cold touch made me spin in a frozen merry-go-round

Searching forever, I don't want her to be found
To the rest of them, I wish, that their souls will shiver

Killing forever, I don't want her to be found
To the rest of them, I wish, that their souls will be bound

Be found In hell

In nighttime my soulless carcass awaken
Her whispers in the air will turn my dreams into reality