Demons

It was the night when the darkness came

And the days were getting cold.

It was the night when the angel died

And the demon had been crowned.

It was the night when my soul has died

And my heart was getting cold.

It was the night when the angel died

And the demon had been crowned.

Ride on the same old feeling

Something strange and sad.

Ride on, dead wings of sickness

The demon in my head.

A time to go, a time I'm feeling dead.