I can feel we're drawing near To the edge of the abyss. Just one second and we will Give this closing veil a kiss. Flying to the precipice, You are close, and I can breathe One final moment of peace. I’m not afraid of dying, Flying in the dark and rising higher, Though the thorns to the stars. Your voice will be The last sound that I hear, The last air that I breathe, The last name that will fall from my lips. I’m awake and I can see Colors slipping like a foil. In the silent dusk I hear Time unraveling from its coil. Every trace will be destroyed, But you’re near, and with your voice I’m diving into the void. I’m not afraid of dying, Flying in the dark and rising higher, Though the thorns to the stars. Your voice will be The last sound that I hear, The last air that I breathe, The last name that will fall from my lips. Dies irae, dies illa, Solvet saeclum in favilla. Quantus tremor est futurus, Quando judex est venturus. Lacrimosa dies illa, Qua resurget ex favilla Judicandus homo reus: Huic ergo parce, Deus. Per aspera ad astra. I’m not afraid of dying, Flying in the dark and rising higher, Though the thorns to the stars. Your voice will be The last sound that I hear, The last air that I breathe, The last name that will fall from my lips. I will drift about until I find you By the lake where souls go down to sleep. We’ll be in the flowers and the sunbeams, Joined so tightly. Don’t let go of me. Don’t let go of me. I’m not afraid of dying, Flying in the dark and rising higher, Though the thorns to the stars. Your voice will be The last sound that I hear, The last air that I breathe, The last name that will fall from my lips. I’m not afraid of dying, Flying in the dark and rising higher, Though the thorns to the stars. Your voice will be The last sound that I hear, The last air that I breathe, The last name that will fall from my lips. Your voice will be The last sound that I hear, The last air that I breathe, The last name that will fall from my lips.