Withered Grace
You can’t stand the pain
Every night it is the same
Screems are all in vain
Again there is the chain

This freaking nightmare
Will it be over?
This freaking nightmare
When you will get there

In the depths of your mind
For a moment you can hide
When day turns into night
With the passing light

But now this will end soon
And there is no gloom
You‘re ready the embrace your doom
Like a withered bloom

This freaking nightmare
It will be over
This freaking nightmare
When you will be there
Blood pouring from your veins
In your eyes a red haze
Everything turns into grey
You’ll no longer be the prey

This freaking nightmare
It is over
This freaking nightmare
You are now there

Pale skin, blind eyes
Withered the grace
A smile remains
In death’s embrace

No pain, no tears, restrained the fears
No pain, no tears remain at least