Текст песни Deep-pression - Grim Reaper's Hand

cold are the rivers of my blood
ice floats all around
and the green depths
all hidden well
from any light and warmth
calm freezing breeze
despondency..
lowered eyes..
all alone in ocean of coldness

now..
now dead
distant
haunting
moving without breath
facing the rocks with dead stare
[it would smell bad
if there was no cold]
and it's deep black hole
always greedy
devouring endlessly
a cosmic nightmare..

grim reaper's hand
upon my head
grim reaper's hand
upon my head
grim reaper's hand
upon my head
grim reaper's hand
upon my head
grim reaper's hand
upon my head
grim reaper's hand
upon my head
grim reaper's hand
upon my head ...