We all, we will die alone.The axe, the bottle, and the ropeThe feeling there really is no more hopeThe thought of the great unknownAnd facing it aloneThe dark, the silent, and the coldThe feeling I have come to the end of my roadYes these are the things I spend my remaining moments withAnd the wind blows through my heartShivers me one last timeAs I now reach out in the darkNo one thereWhy did it have to be so hardFor us to live our livesAgain I reach out in the dark in despairThe desperation and the snowThe feeling of finally coming back homeThe melancholy and the hole in the soil so hard and coldAnd the wind blows through my heartShivers me one last timeAs I now reach out in the darkNo one thereYour love for me, my love for youThings we somehow managed to loseNow there's only the ruthless windTo blow right throughIf freezes my heart, my desperate heartTo think we both will die aloneAnd the wind blows through my heartShivers me one last timeAs I now reach out in the darkNo one there