A Way Into Relief Songtext
von Frowning

Lost the will to live
Death is the only thing that could extricate me
From this curse of sorrow
So I take a rope and roam from life to death
Now I′ve arrived at this old dark masonry
In a cold wooden crate I lie
Between all these candles which are alight

Just mine is extinct


Grow, cold, dead
There's no bottom
I′m falling deeper and deeper into the depths of decease

Submerged in a sea of tears
The tears of those who mourn about the loss
In the mousey fog of depression
Once I kneeled and shoveled the moist soil
Now I lay down beside your grave
And finally the longing is satisfied