In the land without heroes Man was born without face In the desert of the mirrors He had hide in empty space. Always tried to be unnoticed Time was
Ia iiea a?aie noiyo aienea Iie i?eoee e iai ec-ca ii?y Ia ?onu i?eoee, ianoaea Ouia E nieioa ne?ueinu ca ai?i?. E iiei?eou ian caoioaee Naia? aa?i?,
Crusified by hate Baptism by killing Pagan sacrifice Soul of Satan lives in Me Your life On My hands will be Now I win, you see Lord of Darkness stand
Dusk begins the first chapter of Nocturnal narrative Nightmare comes into your sleep You has the devil strife Shadowy figures, wondering in forest mist
