Predestination of Spectacular Being

I'm dying with every sundown
without you.
Myself is weak and broken
I hope I'll die with you

Today...

Through the night wind brings me noises
silence screaming in my head
I listen to mocking voices
Morning we'll be dead

In the name of violence we changing other fates
in the memories burning her haunted pretty face
Through stone-cold mirror I'm touching her white skin
but the only thing I'm feeling is the scale of my sins
Till the end my being I'll pay for my deeds
return to the past means next herth re-bleeding
On th edge of madness I'm falling on my kneels.
The only way for me is eternaly sleep

We will wait for the day,
when we reach the ecstasy
We will disappear
in ourselves