(Chorus)
It's bone against bone...
The devil works with great pride
deprived of poise and grace...
Oh crimson soul, cradled in the darkest eyes
With me a cold creatures heart bleeds, shadows...
Who is the stranger who stands in the empty...
Everyday is the same...
His eyes are dark and endless
Deep pools of endless sorrow...
Born in an untrue world,
far from heaven, close to hell...
Everything spinning round and round.
Images I can't make out...
A dream of death
awakens me so sudden...
You people see me everyday
but you can't see the pain i lock away...
The time has come for you to die
All you feel has blurred to you...
There dwells a man at the foot of my bed
the look if terror in his eyes signals the end...
Why am i cold
or why am i hot...