Night shade inside the mirror
Distorted faces on the wall of skulls, that’s where I fall
And as the twilight’s fading
I realize there’s something born from pain, that knows my name

Rise, I’m growing weak and cannot draw the line
I swallowed my life

Shadows are falling, I’m stigmatized
Vengeance is calling
Come, lorn at last there I lay in a shade of the past…
Come to the land, to the horror I’ve seen in the end…

My silhouette is moving, my blood is pounding
But the heart is cold
Now death unfolds
I searched for all the answers, obtained the madness
Steals my breath away, dropped me insane

Rise, not growing weak I better draw the line
To my borrowed life