I cannot die I cannot die I tread through life in despair for I cannot die The sun is setting in the distance As the cold dark of the night descends The melancholy of existence Smothers me like a warm bed I cannot die I cannot die I tread through life in despair for I cannot die The morning comes in good spirit I cover my face in pitiful shame When the night comes, I fear it, having no contempt for the day All roads lead to hell All roads lead to hell I cannot waste my life for all roads lead to hell