Creation of Death

Every night I can see the sands of [bad word] through my hands, yet every
Time it seems that something gives me another chance. All the times I've
Tried to die, no years no words can ever tell. I want to leave but I'm
Doomed to live in this [bad word] 

Sometimes I try to live. It feels like I'm made eternally to be. [bad word] funeral winds, embrace my soul. Carry me to a place where I can...(die)

Every night I can see the reflections before my eyes, and every time I must
See my precious ones die. Over and over again the cycle is never ending.
Over and over again I hope for the veil of death over me to descend.

I was born to be a creation of death. Again and again I must take my own
Life away.

Sometimes I try to live... I wish it would end. Again I have failed. [bad word] funeral winds, embrace my soul. Carry me to a place where I can...(die)

Again I she'd my life out from my veins.