| Night comes with a smell of murder | |
| And shadows fall long on my trail | |
| Such are the hazards of my craft | |
| All lights disperse | |
| And the devil takes me down | |
| There is panic in my fascination | |
| Like soothing wine is my despair | |
| Gracefully I fall to pieces | |
| Then lights disperse | |
| And the devil takes me down | |
| The gears keep turning | |
| And the ropes stretch far | |
| In this world of hopelessness | |
| I have come a long way now | |
| The fatal riddles | |
| Beckon me | |
| I have come a long way now | |
| A leap from faith | |
| And gravity | |
| I have come a long way now | |
| To find the nest | |
| Where treasures sleep | |
| I have come a long way now | |
| The fairest lies | |
| Are hidden in the deep | |
| In the deep | |
| There is vanity in my destruction | |
| There is mockery in my ordeal | |
| Indefinite is the course of my decent | |
| When lights disperse | |
| And the devil takes me |