4 . I Fly

Now My mind is oxidized
I can touch the sky with my own hands
the cloud are silk
Ican touch the black clouds of bitterness with my own hands
I can touch the cold hands of my victim
I can feel his blood on my hands
dead on the floor the night seems to be cold(x2)

I feel that i can fly
under the sun but over the clouds
I fly through
a sweet paradise

Now mi head is flying
through a sweet paradise
Where I drink sweet wine
where I eat fresh meat

I feel that i can fly
under the sun but over the clouds
I fly through
a sweet paradise