[Ailyn:]
Death lurks behind every door
always there, awaiting my fall.
Like a serpent he waits in silence
for the moment of full compliance.
He yearns for my soul.
[Morten:]
My anxiety burns inside of me
I know what's in store
'cause Death awaits
behind every door.
[Ailyn:]
Death lurks behind every face.
He lingers in each and every place.
His attendance so guile and vile
behind every deceitful smile.
He yearns for my soul.
[Morten:]
My anxiety burns inside of me
I know what's in store
'cause Death awaits
behind every door.
[Ailyn:]
I yearn to be free
all that I wish for is to rest in peace
If I could be strong
I'd never ever come to this
I would be the chosen one
[Morten:]
My anxiety burns inside of me
I know what's in store
'cause Death awaits
behind every door.