Innocence, beneath this sorry veil I see `you have'Plenitude, the
Into a depth of haze, I'll see you deadThe colossal
- words are not availble inside the CD's booklet -------------------------------
As a withered hand grips tight through fearThe cold caressing
A fallen time that's bygoneA crude elite that's from a
A mass of breathing soulsFor times are desolatePassing judgement on
Breathing here, and the air is clearChanges of which I
Come taste a century of hatredFree from the sanity of
I am the one, to which you'll goYou are the
The sullen man before me turns a head and demonstratesThe
Wretched will, host of pleasure surrealClosed the room where the
Fear this more (the more) than the hands of man's
You're breaking a chainLying until you can erase the pastBorn
