There is no sense of shining of the sky
It's not important - I can't even fly
How many people I've killed - go ask my bloody knife
I used to murder all my life.
I'm an unlucky gambler, that's for sure
From this desease there aint no any cure
I've lived in dirt and bood - no children and no friend
I was a rambler till the end
No money build the way to paradise
No fire burns my heart that's full of vice
The death has weaved my necklace, I'm feeling no regret
I haven't hung on gallows yet
Will Gabriel slam the door before my face,
And will I disappear without a trace?
The heaven's not my target, no one can be my judge.
Farewell! To hell I am to march