| In a house where no one never sleeps | 
| Lays a man who sees more with his eyes | 
| Picturing the past before him | 
| In a bed, alone, with clothes on | 
| Paying for a service he doesn’t really need | 
| With his eyes, he sees more love and lust | 
| More tears, far too much to handle | 
| Can’t tell a soul, not this time, they’d lock him right up | 
| Too much of burning bushes too much for his weak soul | 
| In his mind, oh so jaded | 
| He’s gone too far behind | 
| Of all the visions seen | 
| This one makes him scream | 
| He cannot live neither die in this world | 
| Burning sensation inside, you know how that hurts? | 
| Making up for the crimes of your life | 
| With scythe as your sword | 
| You must fight 'till the end of time | 
| Don’t look behind, or you will fall through the time | 
| Only time can make you see behind of the curtain hiding | 
| The secret. | 
| Your time is up when you see the light | 
| You can live as a noble man but when time | 
| You won’t be left behind | 
| With the sound of time ringing in his head | 
| He leaves the house where no-one never sleeps | 
| Job well done knowing that at least one will be pleased | 
| Hiding is always useless, pictures will fade with time | 
| Seeking for a winner of the day, prize of life is here | 
| Of all the visions seen this one makes him scream | 
| He cannot live neither die in this world | 
| Burning sensation inside, you know how that hurts? | 
| Making up for the crimes of your life | 
| With scythe as your sword | 
| You must fight 'till the end of time | 
| He cannot live neither die in this world | 
| Burning sensation inside, you know how that hurts? | 
| Making up for the crimes of your life | 
| With scythe as your sword | 
| You must fight 'till the end of time |