Composição: Whiplasher Bernadotte

I lit my scars in a new cigarette's light

The heart crawls to meet, meet the shock

As the tender steel hits the naked skin

So life has first begun when death wins

It so deep, it is so cold

It so sharp, it is foretold

I cast the dust into the past to really see

The bonds of my blood turn, turn so cold

All the childhood's memories scream inside of me

The pain for this world sets the other free

It so deep, it is so cold

When all colors blend to black

It so sharp, it is foretold

Via the end

The loneliness won't leave me alone

Summer infernal, paradisial hell

The sheer absense is the only presense

I understood now - the toll of the bell...