Slow, like the crawling of night,
Like the crawling of a snail,
Doom is coming, it's running to me.


Grab my shivering weak hands,
Clamp them both in yours,
Don't let go, don't withdraw, I plead.


Save me from the hands
Of time dawning on me,
Save me from its hands,
Save my poor soul.
Save me from the hands
Of time dawning on me,
Save me from its hands,
Save my poor soul
From the end.


The end, I see, is here for me,
Oh, no, no, no.


Lay down with me, by my side,
Let me feel your touch,
Oh, I need...