Bullet In Your Head by Made Of Hate

My Last Breath

by Made Of Hate· from Bullet In Your Head

The flame of candles is lighting up your face I've been waiting for this moment You look so pure like in my dream This feel is like touching heaven I'm here for you So take my life Let my soul fly away My blood stops running I'm getting cold I'm taking my last breath The flash of scythe will end my life And take me to the other side I have no fear, I fell you're near You are my angel of death Angel of death!