In mysterious ways your soul sinks down
As eerie constellations told of it before
This time you cannot hide
A maelstrom
of inhuman fears
And the only way goes down... down... down...
Gone days of phantasmagoria
Welcome to the necromantic
gallery
Where nightmares become so real
And souls are stigmatized with the sign of impurity
Misshapen silhouettes so
awake
Black faces and only shades of grey
Distorted incarnations
And prayers for aeons unheard
In wastelands of
delusion
Desolation all around
Welcome to the promised land
Where no single beam of light ever touched the ground
Life eternal
in a traumatic fade
Believe me this is not a dream
These dead eyes you are gazing at are yours
Call it heaven, call it
hell...
This is where the restless dwell!