You fallow the path
Into temple of torpor
Enslaved by rights
Deceptive authorities
Losing inner self
In procession of sadness
If you try to fight
You become lunatic!!
(Forgotten graves, forgotten decay into dead silence,
Forgotten names, forgotten whispered into darkness)
Forgotten graves
Infatuated serfdom of the eternity
Forgotten names
Faithful servants fed by vision of serenity
Forgotten faces
Of those who renounced their individuality
Forgotten souls
Mindless tribe rejected cruel reality
You fallow the path
Into temple of torpor
Enslaved by rights
Deceptive authorities
Living in cage
Blinded by faith
Weak pupets borned to be slave
Nothing to say
Except their pray
"My wicked master
I dedicated to you
But sever is my pay"
Existence is fortress
Without escape
Existence is crossroad
Without the ways
Existence is crossroad
Without escape
Existence is crossroad
Without the ways
Whisper of conscience
Creates prophetic visions of understanding
Temptation of awakening
Calls voice of change
But cold wind of reality
Reveal unavoidable truth
The truth is that ..
You fallow�
You fallow the ...
Path
You fallow the path
Into temple of torpor
Enslaved by rights
Deceptive authorities
Losing inner self
In procession of sadness