Standing in front of the mirror, seeing reflections of time.
As I watch myself bleed, I feel I'm slipping away.
Something’s coming over me, I can't quite define what.
Some rare sense of fear, the mystery of death.

Mystery of death...
Mystery of death...

When I enter my last hour,
my life's flashing away.
Will I move towards the light,
or down to hell?

Will I creep into the fire,
or turn into a saint.
Will I move towards the light,
or down to hell?

Thinking back into the past, living the life I knew.
All the memories so clear, and far away from here.
I feel my body is dying, but my mind is sane.
I know that I am leaving, I'm somewhere in between.

Mystery of death...
Mystery of death...

When I enter my last hour,
my life's flashing away.
Will I move towards the light,
or down to hell?

Will I creep into the fire,
or turn into a saint.
Will I move towards the light,
or down to hell?

Flashing away...

I'm breathing the last breath, the candlelight fades out.
Nothing really matters, time is running out.
Darkness comes over me, and all the fear is gone.
I hold on to the memories, ready to give my soul.

Mystery of death...
Mystery of death...

When I enter my last hour,
my life's flashing away.
Will I move towards the light,
or down to hell?

Will I creep into the fire,
or turn into a saint.
Will I move towards the light,
or down to hell?

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