Tortured By Solitude

Tortured  By  Solitude  -  Coldworld

I  am  the  devil;

His  world  is  a  winter  of  hell,

His  rhythm  is  watched  in  pain,

He  dances  well.

Tortured  by  solitude,

I  bleed  and  bleed.

Tortured  by  myself,

This  life  is  hell.

Ahhh

I  am  an  angel,

Who  bows  to  suicide

Can't  breathe  if  it  wakes  me,

And  then  I'll  die.

Angels  are  crying,

There  is  no  love.

You  should  be  masters  of  hate,

Dark  of  night  without  love...

Without  love.

Ahhh

I  am  the  devil

His  world  is  a  winter  of  hell,

His  rhythm  is  wayched  in  pain,

He  doesn't  move.

Tortured  by  solitude,

I  bleed  with  hate.

Tortured  by  myself  this  life  is  hell.

Ahh