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  Of lives that I ended so cruel    Sink in the eyes again...    Sink in the eyes again  Fear strikes in lion's den  One wicked smile can win  Unleash the beast within    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