Come Take my hand Feel the tears Well up inside of you Die... By my hand Feel the fears Grow deep inside of you And as I take his bony hand, he reveals his famous scythe The world before my eyes turns black, he cuts the thread of life Non est ad astra mollis e terris via Visions of the past, embrace with icy arms
As certain as has life, d**h also has its charms The cold...in my veins... Has vanished, as did pain... The light is closing, and all becomes dark I�m lost in endless sorrow, and none is here to guide the way Non est ad astra mollis e terris via Trapped inside the afterlife, where is my guiding light?