Terminal Choice

afraid of darkness
afraid of night
afraid of the unknown
unable to fight
you hide yourself from death
you hide yourself from hate
you see unholy beings
you see your end is near
you see your end is near
Du fühlst den Tod
nimm seine Hand
Du fühlst den Tod
Du kannst ihm nicht entfliehen
fühle den Tod
er ruft nach Dir
dead souls are rising
rising from their graves
rotten bones are dancing
dancing on the graves
you know you have to hide
you know you are alone
you know that you can't cry
you know you have to die
you have to die