Movement of a finger, an idea for to release
It’s getting close to me, it’s the silver relief
All flashes in my eyes, present and past
No choice for the future and I will not be the last

I will not be the last

Failing hour, the silverstrike
Watching in slow-motion, pictures of life
Riding towards me, can’t run and hide, can’t fight

Just a moment in second and strike is complete
Liquid and hole will be part of me
Body-shaped lines painted on the street
Evidence all over the street

Movement of a finger, an idea for to release
It’s getting close to me, it’s the silver relief
Seconds turn to ages; will I leave this all behind?
No time to say anything or wash the sins of mine

Wash the sins of mine

Failing hour, the silverstrike
Watching in slow-motion, pictures of life
Riding towards me, can’t run and hide, can’t fight

Just a moment in second and strike is complete
Liquid and hole will be part of me
Body-shaped lines painted on the street
Evidence all over the street

Silverstrike will be complete