Throw of the scent
To seize the chase of life
When one with death no light in sight
I have been told that before the end
The angels will come, angels will come
Years has taken the best out of me
The sharpest edge
Endless burdensome journey without a rest
Murder in cold blood instead of a suicide
This crime is justified
I have killed myself so many times
That for me without a doubt
Heaven is denied
I am here, I am waiting, In silence
With no fear of dying
No more bleeding inside
Waiting for the black sun to rise
1 | Dead Sun Aeon |
2 | A Song For My Weakness |
3 | A Song For My Demise |
4 | A song for my funeral |
5 | Solitude |
6 | A song for this winter |
7 | A song for my illness |
8 | A song for my wrath |
9 | Sheol |
10 | Nightfall |