Sensuality of the immortality
in the dimension of laments
with the extreme anxieties of a third eye
showing a lost paradise...
We lie in the cosmic tomb
Awaiting the day of liberation
Searching the unreal past
when the breeze echoes in my face
I'll enter in my mind
As I'll gather illusions
not loosing the purest hate,
but the shining hope
...the shining hope...
in the dimension of laments
with the extreme anxieties of a third eye
showing a lost paradise...
We lie in the cosmic tomb
Awaiting the day of liberation
Searching the unreal past
when the breeze echoes in my face
I'll enter in my mind
As I'll gather illusions
not loosing the purest hate,
but the shining hope
...the shining hope...