• 'I let the wind lull me to sleep,
    the night I went to Hell,
    And in my dreams your presence haunted me,
    when sleep's black curtains fell.
    And though I'm damned I pray to God that he may mend my soul
    And save it from the ashes of the hearts that you have stole.

    Your prescence won't go away
    All my pleasant dreams and hopes
    Your voice chases away
    Your are my life, soul and death. The saviour and bane.

    I look around with blurry vision
    trying to make a hard decision
    should I or should I not?
    To live this life, or my soul to rot?'