Pranoia, sounds of hounds in the dark 

pounds my heart 

strikes the silence, before storm all is calm 

colds my mind 



No remorse and not a word 

no remorses to be heard 

no remorse sounds so absurd 



Sacrifice, I´ve had an insight in my life 

you have become my sacrifice 



Cold wind sweeping raging powers of sea 

drowning me 

bruised and bleeding 

I´m left heaving on shore 

suis je mort 



All the things I ever had 

all the things I´ll ever get 

all the things I´d sacrifice 

all of what I´ve left behind 

all on what I can´t decide 

all our precius moments died 

not a thing to set me free 

not a word to give me peace 

no remorse, no relief