Erben Der Schopfung

I'm getting old
my hair turns grey
I'm loosing my strength
I'm fading away
My bones are weak
My skin is wrinkled
My mind escapes
I'm fading away
Year after year
More pain every year
Year after year
More pain eveyr year
Death I'm waiting for you
Won't you come?
Death I'm waiting for you
Won't you come?
Will thy words stay?
Will thy words ease my pain?
Will thy words heal?
My broken heart?
Will thy words stay?