Feeble minded, scared to death.
Trough the gate I pass
Trough the time, I will fly!

Sleep... Dying to say
Sleep... that's the way
To die... for it's nothing
To die... now I must fly

Behind the wall of life
because of time, I must die
The lines of sonar I feel

as the Devil, rides his fiery steed,
night before me I peel
on my prey we feed!

Sleep... Dying to say
Sleep... that's the way
To die... for it's nothing
To die... now I must fly