So we have reached the end of the line
Inside of me are turning off the lights
Fear - pain - time - wait
Digging tunnels in my soul pull the flesh to the grave
I feel the greedy cold hand of night
By now I see that's no use to cry
Fear - pain - time - wait
Digging tunnels in my soul pull the flesh to the grave
Your time is come
Fear - pain - time - wait
The shiver - the sweat - the smell of death
Sniff it and stay quiet to welcome the bitter end
Listen to the rattle of death came for you to take
Digging tunnels in my soul pull the flesh to the grave
Please, hold my hand