Pale of fear
I'm lying here
At day of judgment
Must be clear
I'm nearly dead
And losing all devouring hate
I'm looking back at living's fate
And charming bitter silence cuts
Gently into human flesh
Looking at a dazzling sun
Slowly blood begins to run
Over all my white dyed skin
Hardly red and wat'ry thin
And so I leave
My prison bars
Some lonesome place
To nurse my scars
And sometimes thinking
When I fall
There is no heaven
Here at all ...