Every time i take a breath,
I'm just one closer to my death...

The cold dead hand of the past,
Reaches out to try and cast...

His face at the end will always haunt me,
And the memory's will always taunt me...

My heart is crying,
While my soul is dying...

Its already too late,
Ive chosen my fate...

I saw you again today in a crowd,
And i called your name out loud...

The Angel has fallen From gods grace,
She has lost her once high place...

Take me to the lands,
The lands where my yearnings were born...

I can never call you mine,
But soon that will be fine...