Questions

When will you hunt me,
Dark Angel of my desired end?
When will I see
The anguish in which you stand?

Will you make me suffer?
Will you burn in my heart?
Will you let me die wonder
If I even had a start?

Oh solace angel, endless!
You who walk without borders,
D'you know a pure soul, painless,
Free of feelings and orders?

I won't kneel before you
And that you already knew,
But I would be thankfull
If you'd show me that one soul.

Death thou will come
Death I know you hurt
You're the pain of some
And the pleasure of the dirt!

"Death you will come to take me, but not quiet my Life"