Speak... Was I morose

And break this bitter silence... grin and sombre

Shatter this fragile glas... I was invisible

With the resonance... miserable

Of this voice... undetectable

Not mine... nothing

...or even less

Lie

And hide this painful truth... you

Tear the cold reality... who sit upon a throne

The reptile's tongue... in the ruin of my soul

With many voices... I make myself

Scream... dreadful icons

You... to worship

Who steal my sight... scream

And cloud my thoughts... to awake the demons

Allready so blurred... of lunacy

By you I am possesed... the beast in my blood

Alas, my heart harbours

Two souls

And a thied face I wear on the outside