Lyrics:

Could I predict the storm

When constellations reach their final form

Two steps away from death I feel forlorn

As cold as stone in this world I was born



One step short of demise

Fear grows stronger than one thousand eyes

Staring at my destiny

But when it comes to leaving

I seek competence from gods

And the journey to hell

Is bound to end with a flow of blood



I welcome their shining, cold steel

To cut me so deep that my sins are forgiven

And salvation time would break free

Thus witness their will now come true

And anger distorted their long lost caresses

Of lives that I ended so cruel



Sink in the eyes again...



Sink in the eyes again

Fear strikes in lion's den

One wicked smile can win

Unleash the beast within



One step short of demise

Fear grows stronger than one thousand eyes

Staring at my destiny

But when it comes to leaving

I seek competence from gods

And the journey to hell

Is bound to end with a flow of blood