Furkan Sert Karnaser - Coming Home

At night I lie awake
And not a minute longer can I take
The voices I can hear
Chanting of my end creeping near
Angel, spread your wings
How beautiful it sounds, when sirens sing
Coming home
Coming home
To the tiles, the tiles, the tiles...
I can hear them moan
In the wind so cold it cuts through flesh and bone
Now I am prey
They will come for me and I will have to pay
Angel, spread your wings
How beautiful it sounds, when sirens sing
Coming home
Coming home
To the tiles, the tiles, the tiles...