This night burnt to ashes the world
Embers lay on the ground so cold
I am the one who still come alive
And my life runs away on the knife.
I am walking through garden of mourning.
Searching for my own grave
Moon is sailing on heavenly Wave
And I see fallen angel is dawning.
I’am caught in the chains of fear
Like a child doomed by the plague
All I know – my hands are not clear
Bloody spots turn to venomios lake.
I see his mask without face
I hear words that he says:
“Abbyssus abbysum vocat!”
I am wearing the crown of thorns
Fallen angel don’t leave me forlorn
I am the one who still come alive
And my life runs away on the knife.
Set me fee from this dangeon of fever
Moon is turning to scythe
Fate is laughing, ruling the dice.
Oh, oblivion of sins let me cross its river.
Life on the Knife
© Copyright: Дилайт Деивл, 2005
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