Thy gruesome cries so thin
on thus you will succeed
the amorphous illusions
thwart your willingness to believe
The beauty disturbed
The amulet, opener of forgotten doors
"eads back to that doomed tiara-night
see thyself wild in hysteria
death's irony
The beauty disturbed
"isten to this tortuous threnody
filled with the pain
thou can see where betrayal shall bring thee
death's obligatory
Where all elements melt to one
and odious memories perish together with you
should have seen the omen, the mirror
death's reality
Cry, your threnody will be heard
for thy suffocated minds
the tortuous sound as angels' voices
the phobia, in search for ancestral blood
An arable force from the past
"eads back to the atrocious roots
the deep inner soul, never to be exposed
The axiom you can't deny or better
drags you down into a lost abyss
the hymn stops, fear will reign
death's cruelty