It was the night when the darkness came 
And the days were getting cold.
It was the night when the angel died 
And the demon had been crowned.
It was the night when my soul has died 
And my heart was getting cold. 
It was the night when the angel died 
And the demon had been crowned. 
Ride on the same old feeling
Something strange and sad.
Ride on, dead wings of sickness
The demon in my head. 
A time to go, a time I'm feeling dead.