
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Song language: English
Dead Man's Diary |
Dead Man’s Diary on the nightstand |
Will it hold the truth to an unanswered past |
Thoughts of yesteryears |
Will they be revealed to the world at last? |
Wooden floor cracks as I take a step forward |
A cold breeze in back of my neck |
A stench fills the room, the stench fills the room |
Accumulated dust showed by the moonlight |
Dark cover manuscript reveals its age |
My hand apporaches and I feel the rage |
Writer: |
I’ll hunt you down and punish your life |
I’ll nail you to the beams of red |
I’ll watch you bleed and beg for mercy |
I’ll savor the moment when our eyes will meet |
Reader: |
The content feared, the diary I open |
First page, «To my love, the first and last» |
A black and white photo from 1912 |
An image to remember from a forgotten past |
I turn the pages, the horror grasps my attention |
Shocking plots, and detailed footnotes |
Confession begins: |
«My actions are haunting me, I must confess |
But I fear brutal punishment for years on end.» |
«The truth will stay with me untill my body rests» |
Writer: |
I’ll hunt you down and punish your life |
I’ll nail you to the beams of red |
I’ll burn your flesh, you will be covered with sores |
I’ll feel your pain as you scream for mercy |
Reader: |
A dark presence overcomes me |
Agression starts to roar within my veins |
The pages turn, without applying torque |
A blank page appears at the end of the plot |
The ink starts to appear as I read the words |
My name inscribed, the time of death appears |
Scripted to today’s date, minutes untill tomorrow |
An unexplainable fear is experienced |
I close my eyes, I feel a soul above |
I look into his eyes |
His face… |
… My face |
Is staring at me |
Writer: |
I’ll hunt you down and punish your life |
I’ll nail you to the beams of red |
I’ll ram a bullet right through your head |
I’ll put an end to the misery |