Time Time is running away, like white sand through my fingers i can't catch it can't stop it
My last breath, under the oak of life. The time it cought me up now at the end.
Everything i tried nothing could stop the feeling to be late unable to escape of the time's hands
In my youth, i thought i was unvisible for it, so I lived my life in that way wasting my time just sitting somewhere and thinking: „How boring..“
But now, i've changed my mind i tried to enjoy every breath every moment i live but now....
....Time is running away, like white sand through my fingers i can't catch it can't stop it
My last breath, under the oak of life. The time it cought me up now at the end.
At the end
Strophe 1: I met her one shiny day she asked me to follow her i said yes and followed everywhere she went.
Strophe 2: But as we traveled at the worlds end she laughed evily and kicked me down to hell Refrain: At the end of my body at the end of my mind at the end of soul just at the end i cannot anymore going on is the worst....
Strophe 3: There the servants of devil looking ugly happy tortured me, my body my body is at the end....
Strophe 4: In hell i roast till the end i fought but it's useless cause they captured my mind.
Refrain: At the end of my body at the end of my mind at the end of soul just at the end i cannot anymore going on is the worst.... Strophe 5: Psychic war against my mind i can't stand, i can't they broke my will like a wall i fell after an attack.
Strophe 6: They racked me and i cried i cried for mercy And they said: „Sell your soul“
Strophe 7: I did it , and now now i'm at the end of my soul the devil took everything and now i'm here all alone....
They make us to what we are They are what we were bound with our lifes stronger than chains.
Experiences of our life are all in them Our feelings, our loss and wins.
Without memories we are nothing no-one you never were no identity, no life.
Memories they make us to what we are They are what we were and show us what we can.
As long as the memory of you is alive in the mind of others your spirit lives after your death in the memories of others as long as the memory of you is in there.