Once again frail hopes have failed
Hollow eyes have closed and darkness prevailed
What has been taken away, can never be replaced
No
Never be replaced
So
I will throw myself into this losing game – mortality
Kick it
And I can feel my soul slipping away
Slipping away, slipping away
The reaper, well disguised, real lord of kings and throne
Follows my every step, I feel his eyes on my back
It’s certain now, I’m never coming home
His scythe will cut me down
Cut me down
I can feel my soul slipping away