Känner du ikväll
Hur vi går itu
Blodet sprutar ut
Känner du ikväll
Hur vi går itu
Blodet sprutar ut
Allt är bortom gång
Allt är fullt med tvång
Väntan är för lång
Tårar blir till blod
Som du nog förstod
Som du nog förstod
I crave the end to the night I say
Violent world is a mere reflection of what hell can be
Anxiety is a silent being
Escaping the reality in a distant dream
White banners of the distant castle are welcoming no more
And I crave the end again, more and more
As I wander, as what it seems, the endless woods
With no star to follow, but only black skies' hungry teeth
That are hanging above my tired body
What comes next
The vast gaping void of tomorrow
And even more of a black hole looks what comes after tomorrow
Spears and swords, and hate, and hate
And even more of it comes the next age or even day
I haven't slept and sleep I crave
Just as I crave the end of any misery and pain
Yet shall I sacrifice all the good that is
And so be it, as long as evil goes away
I pray, I pray and ask the night
Not for a day to come and lit the world
But for a darker darkness to be free from any thought
Any desire, and any other painful signs of life
But I feel strangulating guilt
I more than grateful for my luck
I more than grateful for my love
I repeat until my lips are ground to blood
Yet there's a whisper somewhere there
I crave the end, I crave the end
