See the flame consuming your heart In thy hand It was born See the pain that gathering your blood Sinkin’ you like a growing storm
Facing the wounds, clinging to filth You are dying like frozen bird Number four – death triumphs and you deceased Now you see your devil’s sword
4- for the wait to death 4- for the darkest path Last night I thought I knew But for the 4 my heart is open 4- for the voice of pain 4- makes my heart insane the start of real fight It’s crushin’ soul- my mind is broken
Flying on wings on unconcerned life You forgot about your end Wide-open eyes will see the grinded knife Sharpened blade- yeah, its force in my hand
Burning flame is waiting for you Wide-open skies say “come on in” Heaven asks you to take out the due Die and count your vices and sin