The Pandemonium
I got a vision of a lifetime - outside there was a deadly light,
And premonitions in the night have come to me as carrion crows.
I found the shelter of my scorn where hatred burned under my spell,
Somewhere between Heaven and Hell where winter storms are getting strength.
I got a vision of a lifetime unfolding world of mystery...
And flashes' strike in witchery destroying picture of my own.
I heard a terrorizing groan of the origin unknown
My spirit at the face of Doom in silent torture there awoke.
The Gates of Doom came open wide...
And the lost souls buried there
That were raised from filthy graves
Reached out, passing by my sight.
Listen! Someone is creeping... Is it a shadow of my pain?
Is it a serpent's crawling or a mourning soul in vain?
Beside the blinking fire pages are whispering a story
About the righteous liar, his blood-red hands and glory.
The vision of Pandemonium I saw in my nightmares... Who will awake me?