Dealing with evil, shaking the reaper's hand
You sold him your soul, now he
Seals your fate
The poison in your blood soon took all control
In the realm
Of shadows, on the razor's edge you crawl
The phantom's reflect in your
Mirror;
The phantom of whom you were before
It's not too late, turn back the
Wheel
And avoid this awfull fall
The phantom's reflect in your mirror;
The
Phantom of whom you were before
It's not too late, time's getting short
And
Hard will be the road
Black trip in hell through shadowland
Roaming
Without aim through shadowland
Now, what's the use in your "search for
Freedom"
You'll never be free addicted to the needle
You enter this world
The realm of the slaves
The eternal fall, you dig your own grave