Blessed smoke bellows from the beast!. Bow to the gears and worship the machine!. . Is it so?. This cant be happening... Why cant they see?. Seas of children are bound, gagged, and led into the flames.
Ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats. Our story is about to begin.. . Salvation cries, and all I can see,. This darkness following me.. And I might be crazy just for looking at you,.
There's no escape from this awful place!. . Hey, stranger what's your name?. Have we met before?. . Take a look around, the scenes are all the same.. I can see the veil is right behind me..
My angel close your eyes, I'll be your lover tonight.. Pitiful lullaby, I'll be your lover tonight.. . My own misery is taunting me.. The air stings my lungs, I can barely see..
I'm getting stronger and I'm no longer fighting by myself.. For now locked doors are opening for me!. No turning back, I have to get out, get out, get out!.
I don't trust myself. I'm trapped drowning in despair, I'm poisonous.. I slammed the door and locked it shut and now disaster plagues my thoughts.. Let's drink to the dead, "Cheers to what's ahead!" I'm poisonous..
All the violence.... . The ocean beckons with its gaze. Pulling me beneath the waves. The fury I search is now gone. . All the violence.... . It's calling at my burning skin.
Quietly I am screaming for help. I calm down and steady myself. Collapse to the ground when I realize I can't breathe. Could this be happening? what's happening to me?.
Vid'io pi di mille anime distrutte.. Fuggir cos dinanzi ad un ch'al passo.. Passava Stige con le piante asciutte.. Dal volto rimovea quell' aere grasso..
Wake up... Wake up... Wake up.... . My eyes open wide as I wake, panting, some say that dreams have deeper meaning.. That they are cries from our subconscious..
As the water drips from the sky,. I start to wonder if I'm still alive. Then I have to find an answer.. Could it be that it was a dream,. And I'm still beside her?.
Stay to the path. Trust only your faith, to falter is to hasten your doom. I dare not say my hope is slipping away. Such gleaming fangs mock the gilded gates.