Из альбома: The Secret Kingdom
Take these hooks from my flesh,
Cast across the ring of fate
By the fire in thine eyes
This Temple is reduced to ash
This Corss this thing of hate,
Desire never dies
Burried deep beneath a shroud of sleep,
Desire never dies
Lord have mercy
Thake these tears and wipe the slate
Fear not heresy!
Draw the line across this circle of my fate
Take these hooks from my flesh,
The flesh of a sentient being
This temple is reduced to ash,
by looking back and seeing thee in chains