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?