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, ride on the same old feelings, something strange and sad. Ride, ride on the wings of sickness, demons in my head. Ride on the same old feelings, something strange and sad. A time to go, a time I'm feeling dead.