in my heaven of despair 

lies the ocean of impurity 

a ship made of angels' hair 

set sails on the morning tide 



in my heaven of despair 

blows the wind of insanity 

a ship is sailing there 

with sails made of golden pride 



as the drowning man 

I watch myself in the boiling sea 

so if you are a man 

prepare yourself for joining me 



in my heaven of despair 

lies the shipwreck of my hope 

it's a sign for those who dare 

in memory of those who tried