My Angel of Music

And now I'm a prisioner of Death,
He is everywhere.
I try to hide,to run away.
He is always there.
His music sounds in my head.
I'm a prisioner of Death.

Now I hide from the light of day.
He is inside my mirror.
He doesn't like to wait.
He's not the devil,he's not evil.
He's my angel of music,he sings in my head.
I'm a prisioner of Death.

I am his prisioner,I must go with him.
Because he doesn't like to wait.
The angel of music sings songs in my head.
I try to hide,to run away.
But I can't.
Because I'm a prisioner of Death.