Pranoia, sounds of hounds in the dark
pounds my heart
strikes the silence, before storm all is calm
colds my mind

No remorse and not a word
no remorses to be heard
no remorse sounds so absurd

Sacrifice, I�ve had an insight in my life
you have become my sacrifice

Cold wind sweeping raging powers of sea
drowning me
bruised and bleeding
I�m left heaving on shore
suis je mort

All the things I ever had
all the things I�ll ever get
all the things I�d sacrifice
all of what I�ve left behind
all on what I can�t decide
all our precius moments died
not a thing to set me free
not a word to give me peace
no remorse, no relief