I hear the black forest's creatures
And the thousand larvas haunting me
I hear the black forest's whispers telling me
The distant paradise ceased to be
The flames of purgatory burned it down
Only the endless field of hopelessness awaits
Where the burnt carcasses wait to be grinded in the mills
I build a barricade from the ashes and separate
Myself from the world around me
I make my bed upon the burning bodies to let
The daymare swallow me
'tick-tock tick-tock' this voice endlessly clicking above
The eyes of hours watching me
It is he, who knew time, the time to wake
For the coming of a new dawn when I can climb up his arms
Higher than heaven, lower than hell,
All over in this perfect nightmare
I am building my future with the torment
Of crucifixion on my face
Sleepwalking through the sirens'
Shore assembling the parts of redemption
My traces draw lines in the bloody sand that no one can
Cross or tear apart, there will be no lords or gods
I don't know I'm dreaming awake or waking in a dream but
Maybe who dream in the day will rise by o'nights - I will