It seems that I was recollected by someone I always 
knew...
I'm brought to life and I'm dragged through my thoughts 
that are few:
Their dark enchantment rises up from the deep of my 
mind,
Tides of fear tell me somehow that there'll be no 
light.
Inspiration and horror form a rattling mix, they whiten 
my lips,
They reduce my heart with an orgasmic taste of StyxÂ…
They diffuse my soul with a sweet spasm of senseÂ…
Sure! I'll blow up and scatter like thousands of stars 
in eternity's dance!

I get sicker the more I make an effort
It looks like something familiar, like something I 
can't abort.
Still blind I find I'm so fucking lonely at such a 
towering height –
There's no one to fight with, there's nowhere to hide.
My internal instinct tells me: “'tis impossible 
To keep cool on the verge of madness and genius”. 
Damn! 
Impending doom surrounds me thicker each instant
Like it's extended through centuries. 
Like I will never resist it!

My disguise is catalyzed – I struggle through a 
paralysis
I must surpassÂ… though my eyes are still insensible 
like solid glassÂ…
I'll win this fatal fight or will be dissolved in tears 
by this plight
So I hold on to life with all of my mightÂ…
Don't want to fall asleep and turn into one of that 
statues
That crackle in the gloom inside and around not yet 
bound.
Their morbid silhouettes and shadows attempt to merge 
with me
So we clash while I try to dash away from their 
progeny. 

You fucking go away! Don't delay! I will not pray 
For mercy – instead I'll fight my way 
(forward...)
I don't want to bear this venom in me,
I'll never give birth to victims! You'll see!
Perhaps, someone prepares me a convoy, 
Some pain to annoy me, 
A countdown to extinction, an attempt of a complete 
destroyc
But what I know and know full well 
is that i'm not born for being enslaved
I'm no kind of blow-up doll!
Oh, my god! My blood is overflown by flame,
It feels like sun itself diluted me, then drove me sane 
again...
A hurricane now spreads in me and inflames my brain
My eyes are wide open – from now on I'm not the same.

For me it happened long ago, 
It's cold to bear and hard to know:
My inside lies somewhere to where I go.
(a secret place that's never to be shown)
No-one can feel, no-one can see
The edge of my reality,
So I'll exist though you will disagree,
in a

Tower!
Tower!

I'm alive now!
There is no-one to behead me, nothing to stop me...
I'm alive now!
I'd better sift through the shit than die like a 
coward. 

Oh, my god! 
I feel bewitched because now I can
Feel the cold 
Draft reel my sanity. It makes me

Convulsively sniff the air 'round and
Hurry, cuz I can be found. 
So I run somewhere,
And I try not to blare.
There's a scent of eternity
That hangs in the air so sturdily...
As enormous as god,
As attractive as blood.

That's the deal!
I came from above
To live on the earth.
I can't be a serf,
‘cuz I escaped the Tower!

Tower!
Tower!

Now my flesh makes me burdened. I feel my past lives - 
they
Gnaw at my soul, they fiercely devour me with their 
every 
Flaw: each of them is like a
Claw that's trying to pull me under.

I face my past
And fail to turn backwards,
Each life seems the last
Under death's showers.

Fire and ice torment my heart,
Though I seem free I'm torn apartÂ… 
There's something that I've surely got,
That I had neither owned nor 
Felt before 
In my core.

Thus condemned to find my path
I'm overwhelmed by holy wrath
For still I can't forget the clap
That overtook me when I 
Had a fall –
The Tower-call.

I wish I could breathe a bit lighter,
But the matters at hand make me tighter.
I feel I am wounded forever,
Left to bleed here for ever and ever.
There's a desert around and a desert inside,
The wolves are here – I can feel their hungry first 
bite.
What the hell's going on?! The breath of death's on my 
skin!
A blast of wind tells me “stand up and win!”

cuz IÂ… 
I came from above
To live on the Earth.
I can't be a serf
For I escaped the Tower!

Tower!
The Tower!

On my left lies The Swamp of Sorrow
And on my right – The Abyss of No Tomorrow,
The Wind of Doubt is blowing at my back
The only way's before me: I can't wag.

IÂ… 
I came from above
To live on the Earth.
I can't be a serf
For I escaped the Tower!

Icy claws stretch,
I see their glimmer
They crave my flesh
And soul for dinner.
On my left lies The Swamp of Sorrow
And on my right – The Abyss of No Tomorrow,
My back is bent by The Wind of Doubt
So I struggle forward and go all-out.