In the land of ghosts there is nothing but inevitable suffering
In the sea of misery you’ll feel nothing but agony
I mourn as the heavens have me torn

The choir sang in harmony just as I heard tone of melancholy
The clue that I sew will turn blue
As thou posses divinity one will lost their sanity for one’s vanity
As I longed for Judas’ embrace, I lost my grace

As I wander forth through the gates of hell, I heard the devil’s vocal while you lost me in your sight’s focal
How strange as your voice faltered resonance as I thought it was happenstance in desperate thought of searching for providence.