Right in the middle of the ocean black
Velvet chains guides my path
A fictive world of green haze
Voices sing his melodic phrases
Echoes of his fallen grace
Psalms of sorrow and appraise
I find it hard to comprehend
My mind and soul to transcend
Sunsets have come and gone
My chains still lead on
The Lighthouse is closing in
I feel his voice within
Born again into this world
Only to be dispersed
Clinging to my mad belief
Yet the curse still grows.
Reflecting of the corners
In my fragile state
Ascending these steps
Open up my heavenly gate

INVIA LE CORREZIONI