i wait there at the gates of hell
wait for the day of my demise til i cry
for the one i wish to let go
please don't let go i want to tell you i love you
the blade i carry has tasted blood
the wounds of the weiry souls lurk around my mind
for the escape they will never reach because its not there
i cant escape my thoughts i run but they follow me in the labyrenth
i cant find my way til i'm with you and briefly i see the lite of hope
fire of my eyes determination can break through
long last the strong souls the ones who will go til there last breath
my breath runs thin
my blood over welms
crushing pain in my heart
i fall to the ground nothing less but a quiver
my cralling flesh feeds my freedom
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