Guiding Light کے بول

Come… Take my hand Feel the tears Well up inside of you Die... By my hand Feel the fears Grow deep inside of you And as I take his bony hand, he reveals his famous scythe The world before my eyes turns black, he cuts the thread of life Non est ad astra mollis e terris via Visions of the past, embrace with icy arms As certain as has life, death also has its charms The cold...in my veins... Has vanished, as did pain... The light is closing, and all becomes dark I'm lost in endless sorrow, and none is here to guide the way Non est ad astra mollis e terris via Trapped inside the afterlife, where is my guiding light?