A dusty refrigerator.

The dusty walls of the refrigerator
My path is frightening
Coffeeine blood rushes through my veins
I want to look into you now!

Who lives in this wild lair?
I want to know!
Death doesn't scare me with its face!
I creep along the desert path to your walls again at night.

Fear has gripped my body as always
Cold and ice
And I will step into the darkness so timidly
Whoever is there, for the sake of luck, I take a step forward!

Darkness and desert, all sounds have faded.
Colors are gone...
My hands are squeezing the trembling reins
I don't want travelers to find my corpse on this road.

Again I run away from the horror of weeping
But please, no!
It stands there, ominous and dusty
In a tattered tale of years...