Из альбома: The Tree of Life
Thinking back my rotten life
Sacrifices and nameless crimes
All those things have lost their shine
Everything is pale in my eyes
Generations of learning the art
Of perfect focus, ignoring their cries
Never caring, always closing my heart
I turn away, repeating my signs
Five, five, five, five, five; Asmodeus destroy him
Nine, nine, nine, nine, nine; Bael protect me Out from the darkness I hear voices
Must be my brother breaking free
And every night I wake up wondering:
Did I destroy the final key?
In the moment of dimming light
I am dressed in ceremonial ways
The Gate is opened, revealed and tried
I surrender at the end of my days