Black Wings of Hate - Van Canto

Standing at the abyss another path’s ending down here.

Still I bear the storm inside blurring my eyes.

Banishing the farewell-cut, deep in my heart with the fear

of another black cruel decision of life.

Now I feel the pain of the ripping wound that never heals.

Gimme water, I throw the needle away.

Do I have to pay this price that old absess reveals?

Take the time to have a rethink bout my days.

No!

You are afraid, it is too late.

There is no time to win your life.

And what remains flows in your veins.

Come closer yeah — I am the fight.

When the light is breaking through my disease

dark ones are gaining their heir.

Turning winds are hearing your silent scream.

My love and lack of despair.

I have been the one who was drowning in this lake of tears.

Now I have the last time to borrow advice.

Starring at the crossroad of life-history of my fears.

I’ll be on my way when the flame becomes ice.

No!

You are afraid, it is too late.

There is no time to win your life.

And what remains flows in your veins.

Come closer yeah — I am the fight.

When the light is breaking through my disease

dark ones are gaining their heir.

Turning winds are hearing your silent scream.

My love and lack of despair.

And I will return from death and your emptiness.

Crowbars are crumbling the gate.

Cross the lines, another red shining vein

clipping my black wings of hate.