Из альбома: The Serpent's Manifolds
Pray for his highness
'Cause he is possessed in the dark
He was the one who
Created me cursed and obscene
Shall I triumph?
Shall I ever arise?
From the earth
Darkness yearning for light bright
Shall you grant me the gift to live free in my cell?
Live free in my cell
Six, Six, Six
Creatures of wisdom invading my mind
Shall I triumph?
Shall I ever arise from my cell?
From my cell!
From my cell!
From my cell!