There is nothing left to do It seems like everything is done Nothing more to achieve I no longer know in what to beleive
The path of my life Once a road of many choices Now a blind alley in the dark And to guide my way I don't even have a spark
The death of what is dead, not a prayer will be said Well, I guess it wouldn't help me anyway When on the path of death I tread not a tear will be shed There's no-one who will miss me that day
The call of the wild Has for many years ago Forever lost it's charm Now I just long for the Reaper's icy arms
I don't know when my time will come But there is no-one to tell goodbye Not a lover nor a friend So I guess I'll move it on until the end
The death of what is dead, not a prayer will be said Well, I guess it wouldn't help me anyway The only one decease that is making my blood freeze Is the boredom that has lead me astray
And it's too late for me to stay Nothing can help me that day When even death is fading awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
