Testo Gates To Purgatory Made Of Iron
how can I see my life passing in front of me
i feel the pain that other felt because of me
how can I judge myself when I was wrong or right
nothing but darkness now but I can see a light
I hear a voice now ââson it is time to leave,
your hour hasnât come you must go back and leaveââ
everything disappears but something has remained
my spirit I have met my soul I have regained
