When the ghastly mourners awakens from sleep
And the volatile funeral crows are watching
Like evil omens in shadowed murmur

Apart of this horror scenario
I descend with arms open wide

Armored and filled with painful pleasure
Reflecting streams of monstrous mirages
I will not hide

Loosing control in seductive madness
Spiritual revelations, apocalyptic hypnosis
Dead colors appear within unshallow graves
Alone in awe I face abhorrence below

Trapped inside to suffer in silence
Torn apart in mind and sense
Baptized in this nightly glamor
Rites of splendid essence

Agonized and flattered I once became
A part of the horror scenario
Armored and filled with painful pleasure
I did not hide

Now when the gates are no longer shut
I withdraw from the light of the sun