In my nightmares rotten feats
Sequencies devoted to violence
Enhancing the fictional reality
Although truth is griveous
The occult face shows
Itself backwards
Where the murder hand press the trigger
Without at last to have an arm
It's the wick that sets on fire
It's a life that dies away
In every path tribute to the unknown
You wanna espace this but you cannot do
The door is closed before reality
Leaving satured our sources of imagination
Where's the answer's key ?
What's your fear
Try to survive in our own grave
And in the book of life we're not
How to steer to the unknown
Before the compused darkness ?
The lascive pain that I feel
Nears the board of death
Try to see across my soul
What soul is in this darkness reign ?
But the blindness of incomprehension
Arrived to the eternal threshold
Then we close our eyes and see
With the heart the misery we are