Текст песни
In the dark stuffy room
Guitar cries about a guy doomed to eternal solitude
Detached unnamed man
Knowing where he is and when he will die just waiting for the end
He did not pass all the lands
No one ever said he was a saint
But he was never faint
Trapped in his own fears, and no one could feel this,
He never shed tears, although he did not see the gleam
He is waiting for the end
He is waiting for the end
He is waiting, when the end will come
But it never
It never comes
The man who hated the world,
Just because it was cold
Oh, he could only to howl
And someone told that his soul
Belongs to the devil,
But someone told
He had not soul at all
He is waiting for the end
He is waiting for the end
He is waiting, when the end will come
But it never
It never comes
He is waiting for the end
He is waiting for the end
He is waiting, when the end will come
But it never comes
