if the stack is high against... and the hammers... and the time that´s yours... in your hands.... Oh, my sentimental.... the fast must reach an end one day One day when I didnt die a thousand times where I could satisfy this life of mine one small day One day where every hour could a joy to me and live a life the way it´s meant to be one small day Lying face down on the cold stone...... One day where I didn´t die a thousand times where I could satisfy this life of mine one day where every hour could be a joy to me and live a life its meant to be one day..... (repeat and fade)