Testo The Gift

Death is not your friend
God doesn't know you at all
You will prove the end of creation
From the brightness to dust
Oceans and lakes will dry out
Then you'll take your step into the gloom

Now your love turns to hate And sun goes down
When the ground turns to mud
You'll scream your eyes out

Take a look at the past
And think about the future
The reaper has taken his own
It's a gift in the end

No chemicals can save you
The roaming poisons your mind
You will live without destination
Face to face with the devil
From the moment of greed
You have no idea how the world will change
Just a matter of time and backyard
Is a minefield, few mistakes for the anger
And the tyrants enslave

Take a look at the past
And think about the future
The reaper has taken his own
It's a gift in the end

Death is a gift in the end
Death is a gift in the end

Take a look at the past
And think about the future
The reaper has taken his own
It's a gift in the end