Throne Of Chaos

Could I predict the storm
When constellations reach their final form
Two steps away from death I feel forlorn
As cold as stone in this world I was born
One step short of demise
Fear grows stronger than one thousand eyes
Staring at my destiny
But when it comes to leaving
I seek competence from gods
And the journey to hell
Is bound to end with a flow of blood
I welcome their shining, cold steel
To cut me so deep that my sins are forgiven
And salvation time would break free
Thus witness their will now come true
And anger distorted their long lost caresses