Tekster: Sentenced. Shadows Of The Past. Wings.

The scars in the wind
Guiding my path to the dark
The breath of the silent night
Approaching from a distance
Wings
I cut a thousand cuts
Streams run (down) along my arms
The stars blasted into darkness
Strange scents, colours
Catch!
The sleepless eyes
Sterilized by drops of pride
Skies... mirror... screams
Shapes foundering into the scene
Wings
Hate in my heart

Revenge in my mind and my words
I rinse my hair in blood
And mock at your lousy God
I cut a thousand cuts
Streams run (down) along my arms
Oh the scars in the wind...!
Guiding my pathway on my ride
Catch death
The sleepless eyes
Sterilized by drops of pride
Skies... mirror... screams
Shapes foundering into the scene