The pain, it races through her body,
only death frees her from this suffering,
when will her time come?
The pain, it races through her body,
only that Death frees her from this suffering,
When will her time come?
Winter night, a heart made of ice,
Hardly awake, only heaven knows
A dream drives her, she pleads softly
in darkness, undone...
The pain, it races through her body,
only death frees her from this suffering,
when will her time come?
The pain, it races through her body,
Only death frees her from this suffering,
When will her time come?
The goal so far, her breath weak.
The longing shouts: So wake up!
A dim glow, with the last of your strength
Alone in the storm, the last friend is still laughing

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