Stone

"Ihr alle werdet hier unten sterben."

Kreischende, Stimmen.

Schmerzen deine Worte, sind.

Dein Blick, verhüllt.

Kein Licht in deine Seele, dringt.

You only think black or white,

you don't realize my soul, this night.

Your heart is cold like a stone, on ice,

please touch my soul, one time.

Arme und Beine,

vom Tod erfüllt.

Dein Blick, verhüllt.

Kein Laut aus deinem Munde dringt.

You only think black or white,

you don't realize my soul, this night.

Your heart is cold like a stone, on ice,

please hurt my soul, one time.

You only think black or white,

you don't realize my soul, this night.

Your heart is cold like a stone, on ice,

please touch my soul, one time.