My blood runs cold,
My body's numb,
I wish for me, that blissful death would come.
The scars run deep upon my soul,
The heart i gave to you,
The heart you cruely tore in two
Drop by drop, the tears run free,
Crying out my misery.
And i lay here, dying in pain,
with the knife you twisted,
Is the one i used to slit my vein.
So come to me now, My sweet tormentor.
Watch me give in, watch me surrender.
Death has come to take my hand,
He has come to take me from this darkended land.
As i walk with him i turn to say,
That for you, my love will never die,
But before my there is nothing but the break of day,
Which is slowly fading away.
As i'm pulled deep within,
The darkest shadows call to me,
Reaching out to my misery.
And now it seems, that i shall never be free,
Of this pain that's haunting me!
