The water flows like blood from veins;
The sun is shining, it burns like flame;
It burns my head and I feel pain.
But now I vanish in the rain.

The life's still running in spite of fever
That makes you eat my rotten liver.
My days are over, they flowed away;
And rest of life will make me pray.

{I feel the Second Coming;
 And death will take all of you.
 I see the end and while I'm dying
 I want to hear three words from you.
 I Love You.}

The Reaper's coming up to me,
But I will not stand on my knees.
He will never make me cry
'Cause I know how hard to die.

You see black sun above your head;
You don't believe that you are dead.
The Reaper took your soul to heaven,
But I will bleed in hell forever.