Origin of time, the face of the human flesh
Staring with the eyes of executioner
Withe the glimpse of a heartbeat cold
and colder your sins are washed away

But could it be that you were my death,
Sacrament of sorrow and ultimate pain
Could it be that with you my everything froze
and my burden rose like wildest rose

This is a graveyard of forgoten souls
This is where fate delivers it's holy mourn
Where you laid your bones to finaly rest
Your solitude became your grave!

But could it be that you were my death,
Sacrament of sorrow and ultimate pain
Could it be that with you my everything froze
and my burrden rose like wildest rose

With you I died and your death hunts me still
With you I died your pain still lives in me!