Cold

And I dreamed the dream again ..
That dream's always the same,
Flowing like a stream without a name ..
I always knows how it ends,
But can never stop the shivers it sends ..

And I had to turn silent again ..
For something I haven't said,

And I felt alone again ..
Like a natural born loner ..

And I felt like dying again ..
I wonder when he would strike ..

Having to dream nightmares,
Having to turn silent,
I have felt the cold ..
Having being born alone,
Having Death at a teasing distance,
I have become cold ..