Why do I only see what I want to see,
And only believe what I want to believe,
Death is in the air, yes, its coming for
me,
Stealing my soul to wither below.
As you have lived,
One day you will die, straight to the kill.
Death strikes again,
Im afraid its time,
Such is the will.
Blacker than night, I will not know a thing.
No thoughts, no desires, what else it will
bring.
A shadow in chains, in its own misery,
Coming for me, coming for me.
As you have lived,
One day you will die,
straight to the kill.
Death strikes again, Im afraid its time,
Such is the will.
All such thoughts come into my head,
Will
my soul carry on when my body is dead
Burn what is left, leave whats left unsaid
Such is the will
As you have lived,
One
day you will die, straight to the kill.
Death strikes again, Im afraid its time,
Such is the will.
