Текст:
"I never lived elsewhere
Than in dimensions of fear
My spirit is enthroned in the land
Of the silent moving shadows
Where a deep red fountain
Keeps a thousand lakes of blood
And the stairways to nowhere
Are the only hope
That remains to the souls
In this eternal realm of pain
This is the only place
I can remember
In my ancient existence
And the gate, I am
Here it's not a question
Of life and death anymore,
But of torment and despair
Here lie bodies
Of unnameable kinds,
Tortured by soulless demons
and worse
Goodness reflects the light,
And evil, bears the seeds
Of all darkness
These are the mirrors of the soul,
The reflections of the mind
So choose well, wanderer,
For here lurk truth and damnation
It belongs to you
And your imagination"
Than in dimensions of fear
My spirit is enthroned in the land
Of the silent moving shadows
Where a deep red fountain
Keeps a thousand lakes of blood
And the stairways to nowhere
Are the only hope
That remains to the souls
In this eternal realm of pain
This is the only place
I can remember
In my ancient existence
And the gate, I am
Here it's not a question
Of life and death anymore,
But of torment and despair
Here lie bodies
Of unnameable kinds,
Tortured by soulless demons
and worse
Goodness reflects the light,
And evil, bears the seeds
Of all darkness
These are the mirrors of the soul,
The reflections of the mind
So choose well, wanderer,
For here lurk truth and damnation
It belongs to you
And your imagination"
