Tortured by Solitude (6:08)

I am the devil
his world is a wintery hell
his rhythm is washed in pain
he dances well

tortured by solitude
I bleed and bleed
tortured by myself
this life is hell.

I am an angel
who bows to suicide
can’t breathe if it wakes me
and then I’ll die

angels are crying
there is no love
you should be masters of hate
dark of night,
without
love

without love


(repeat first verse)