Worn out I'm lying in my bed

My head is filled with emotions

I hear the hands of the clock and feel

The coldness conquer my body

Now it is noon and the sun is shining

Through the window in my eyes

Then I saw the man on the black horse

I have never seen him before

And now time is standing still Who are you? I asked him

He was silent while riding

Towards me a plain black cloth all

Over his head and body

He's coming near and nearer

And my eyes are paralysed

With the blood on his hands I see him escape

My eyes are closing, my soul is rising over me

And the hands of the clock drown My last breath

last breath

My last breath

My last breath