Sentenced

The axe, the bottle and the rope The feeling there really is no more hope The thought of the great unknown And facing it alone The dark, the silent and the cold The feeling I have come to the end of my road Yes, these are the things I spend My remain

Dead Moon Rising The darkness comes out of her shell Yet another cold night in Hell with all the pain The dying light is losing its glow And my last glimmer of hope now fades away It is starting to rain again I'm coming closer to my end with every br