Turning to the right; turning to the left - 
I can't even find road out of this hell.
Suddenly I see - I see your pretty face.
Today I can believe - I'm fallen from the grace.

Dark forces on my way hinder me again;
I have no words to say how long I felt the pain.
Tomorrow never comes to my dirty soul
I think it is not fun, and now I'm gonna fall.

I still remember you... and your pretty face,
But I feel something new; I see you in black lace.
I know tomorrow's dead; and we are all dead too.
I realize it's bad, but nothing I can do.

{Thunderstorm!
 Feel the thunderstorm!
 Lightning breaks the stones,
 Fire burns my bones!
 Thunderstorm!
 See the thunderstorm!
 Rain destroys my home,
 Water floods my soul.}