In mysterious ways your soul sinks down

As eerie constellations told of it before

This time you cannot hide

A maelstrom of inhuman fears

And the only way goes down... down... down...

Gone days of phantasmagoria

Welcome to the necromantic gallery

Where nightmares become so real

And souls are stigmatized with the sign of impurity

Misshapen silhouettes so awake

Black faces and only shades of grey

Distorted incarnations

And prwyers for aeons unheard

In wastelands of delusion

Desolation all around

Welcome to the promised land

Where no single beam of light ever touched the ground

Life eternal in a traumatic fade

Believe me this is not a dream

These dead eyes you are gazing at are yours

Call it heaven, call it hell...

This is where the restless dwell!