On this long road to the west
On the highway to demise
I could not judge if time stopped or it still flies
It was two minutes to midnight
the weather was cold and the moon shone bright
I couldn't sleep to the sinister sound of [death?]
Even though I tried
Only when you fall a thousand metres
You'll understand the way I felt
And after that you left me in my own fucking hell
Followed by the loneliest Christmas
That I spent walking around the woods
Till night fell
I found a pinetree on the top
Someone decorated it
As if it was for the last and loneliest souls
