In thorns of my strange traps Still breathe bleeding bodies Clones from universe of thoughts and dreams
Their grown dim eyes - eyes of my hopes That I've killed and chained. I strangled passion to step over To tumble blind heavens into the cavern Where dreadful chorus tearing innocense.
Cold needles break through me from within Imperious pain completes this creature Ripping through the time and sanity It grinds our plaintive essence.
I am the immured one In cell of crushing memories The madness of my own desire. The madness of my own design.