Betrayed by the hands of greed
my beloved art turns to buried sea

They thought that I was consumed 
Into a hell-raised pire
and I'm just hidden awaiting 
for the precious time I'll be back


Now all of my talent will show 
how to face the revenge 
Know how to learn to taste my 
sadic Masterpiece 

Complaining myself
I've found out my Muse again
She has returned from her grave

Tearing the veil

nothing compares to her grace

Twisted minded behind of my mask
my unsouled children
reclaim their revenge from the past
Screaming in silence
my sons of history live

What does your heart want to see 
through the mesmerized eyes of the myth?
Crystallized time through the shades
Of further times

What does your heart want to feel 
through the caress of a frozen skin?
Are you sure that they're not alive, 
After allÂ…?