| Demons |
|---|
| It was the night when the darkness came and the |
| days were getting cold. |
| It was the night when the |
| angel died and the demon had been crowned. |
| Heart was getting cold. |
| It was the night when the |
| Angel died and the demon had been crowned. |
| Ride |
| On the same old feeling, something strange and sad. |
| Ride on, dead wings of sickness, the demon in my head. |
| a time to go, a time I’m feeling dead. |
