The axe, the bottle, and the rope

The feeling there really is no more hope

The thought of the great unknown

And facing it alone

The dark, the silent, and the cold

The feeling I have come to the end of my road

Yes these are the things I spend my remaining moments with



And the wind blows through my heart

Shivers me one last time

As I now reach out in the dark

No one there



Why did it have to be so hard

For us to live our lives

Again I reach out in the dark in despair



The desperation and the snow

The feeling of finally coming back home

The melancholy and the hole in the soil so hard and cold



And the wind blows through my heart

Shivers me one last time

As I now reach out in the dark

No one there



Your love for me, my love for you

Things we somehow managed to lose

Now there's only the ruthless wind

To blow right through

If freezes my heart, my desperate heart

To think we both will die alone



And the wind blows through my heart

Shivers me one last time

As I now reach out in the dark

No one there