My Last Breath - Made Of Hate

The flame of candles

Is lighting up your face

I’ve been waiting for this moment

You look so pure, like in my dream

This feels like touching Heaven

I’m here for you

So take my life

Let my soul fly away

My blood stops running

I’m getting cold

I’m taking my last breath

The flash of scythe will end my life

And take me to the other side

I have no fear, I feel you’re near

You are my angel of death

Angel of death