In deepest part of our mentality
Consciousness is hiding behind
The past made by future creating

Perfect world in disdain time
I'm looking round myself
There's a structure of time

And there is no passion life
Hunted shapes pervade our jealous palms
Disdained point of view

Game out of your predicted mind
The ritual we've made
Without knowing the reason why

Blinded - by stolen passion
We are - and appear to be
Burned - by sacrificial madness

Ritual - feeds our envy destiny
We are searching our land
In dimension made by peayers

It's the never-ending silent wisp
Which we cannot even learn
For the absences of our dreams

We are claming all the gods
That's the ritual we've made
Without knowing reason why

Blinded - by stolen passion
We are - and appear to be
Burned - by sacrificial madness

Ritual - feeds our envy destiny
We still in lonely journey
Waiting in frozen time

Searching place where we belong
Lost in dreams made by past
I'm searching around myself

In a structure of my time
And i see one passion life
Haunted shape in distain palms