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 forgotten souls
This is where fate delivers it's holy mourn

Where you laid your bones to finally 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 burden rose like wildest rose

With you I died and your death hunts me still

With you I died your pain still lives in me!