The night has passed , so painfull it was.
Day is coming , some warmth it has.
all this pain , i'm saaked with sweat.
my nightmaers won't end , i bet.
they're just playing with me , i realize.
i must fight back , have to end this dream.
this is just hell , i would like some help.
in my mind someone cries out , kill me , set me free.
the man with the scythe comes and laughs.
it is yet no turn of yours to come , others will come first , but though your turn will come ,
and then i come for you , to harvest your soul.
so i'll carry on , and fight my painfull life.
with some strenght I will survive.
sun shiens now , but it is not warm.
the flames have died , hell is in the dawn.
waters have frozen , it's a cold day in hell.
calder than ever , too cold for me.
slowly i being to freeze , hell is frozen too.
all is quiet and cold , like on day at winter zoo.
we're all dying soon , but this i wan't to say.
there , where i am going , my pain will only got stronger , someone should , i quess , for me ,
to pray.