Could I predict the storm When constellations reach their final form Two steps away from death I feel forlorn As cold as stone in this world I was born One step short of demise Fear grows stronger than one thousand eyes Staring at my destiny But when it comes to leaving I seek competence from gods And the journey to hell Is bound to end with a flow of blood I welcome their shining, cold steel To cut me so deep that my sins are forgiven And salvation time would break free Thus witness their will now come true And anger distorted their long lost caresses Of lives that I ended so cruel Sink in the eyes again... Sink in the eyes again Fear strikes in lion's den One wicked smile can win Unleash the beast within One step short of demise Fear grows stronger than one thousand eyes Staring at my destiny But when it comes to leaving I seek competence from gods And the journey to hell Is bound to end with a flow of blood