Water floods and drowns a soul that is now extinct.
Running from a storm; fear reduces man to instinct.
Hell beckons, for a new tenant is always welcomed happily.
Paralyzed, the body cannot run from the grasp of destiny.
Klaus calls your name from a list he tightly clutches.
Crying desperately as it’s you that fate touches.
A glass of wine as the devil’s servants observe his art.
Fingers squeeze the last drops of blood from your vacant heart.