Turn the page, of the woman's diary
That was found among dust, and pictures
A life-time, to be red
A life written down to be remembered.
Chapter one, a secret in the folders
Dark, innocent child, who run away from home
Wounded she walks, and soul already dead
Looking for angels to take her away.
Take me to heaven, the end will come someday, oh angels...
Love, hate, passion, twisted documents
Happiness, and, violence!
And she was running, running, way forever
Running, running, away from the sane
Running, running, from moulder pain
Running, running away forever...
Take me to heaven, the end will come someday, oh angels...