Water pours to my window.
I see again from the hollows of my soul.
They're lurking in front of me.
Someone left a note to my door.

I walk in the valley of death.
Bodies are falling in single file.
My legs are drowning to blood.
Soon I will die.

I cross my hands to my rest.
I close my eyes to the rest.
My mind is sailing at the sea.
I get lost at the water so clean.

I see my life again.
It's like a gail.
What I saw clearly
now is misty.

The years has been a tale of woe.
That they didn't know
that I heard a sign
which gave me my reason to die