Betrayed by the hands of greed
my beloved art turns to buried sea


They thought that I was consumed
Into a hell-raised pire
and I'm just hidden awaiting

for the precious time I'll be back



Now all of my talent will show
how to face the revenge
Know how to learn to taste my

sadic Masterpiece

Complaining myself

I've found out my Muse again
She has returned from her grave


Tearing the veil

I've lost my reality


nothing compares to her grace


Twisted minded behind of my mask
my unsouled children
reclaim their revenge from the past

Screaming in silence
my sons of history live


What does your heart want to see
through the mesmerized eyes of the myth?
Crystallized time through the shades

Of further times

What does your heart want to feel

through the caress of a frozen skin?
Are you sure that they're not alive,
After all??