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 | A song for this winter |
| 6 | Solitude |
| 7 | Oblivion |
| 8 | A song for my wrath |
| 9 | Nightfall |
| 10 | A song for my illness |