Insomnium

Walking on the gallows ground,
Rope tightly around the neck
Raven-bird on each shoulder waiting for the pick
Chasing for the shadows, ideal that does not exist
On the endless road leading to nowhere
Let the sounds and light wash over
Bathe the darkest corners of melancholy
Blow burning flames into your soul
Reveal the truth between the lines
In this world every hour wounds
Every second draws blood
Every moment delivers pain
If you choose so
In this world every hour kills
Every minute seeps despair
There is nothing but suffering
If you decide so