It was the night when the darkness came and the

days were getting cold. It was the night when the

angel died and the demon had been crowned.

It was the night when my soul has died and my

Heart was getting cold. It was the night when the

Angel died and the demon had been crowned. Ride

On the same old feeling, something strange and sad.

Ride on, dead wings of sickness, the demon in my

head. a time to go, a time I'm feeling dead.