Once again the cold in my soul
Time hijacks my spirit
The darkness shows me a way
A cold and desolate road
Lost in my thoughts
Waiting for the hour of my death
Tears flow from my veins
It is the crying of my decadence
I crudely rip my arm
I slowly ampute off my hope
When the wind blows
My spirit flies free
The darkness shows me a way
A cold and desolate road
Tears flow from my veins
It is the cry of my decadence
My suicide feeds my existence
My soul will rest in darkness
Forgotten and lost in time
Eternally sleeping in the wind
When the wind blows
My spirit flies free
Tears flow from my veins
It is the cry of my decadence
