In a gallery, Of my darkmind, I stand alone I see nightmarish pictures, Frozen sculptures of human vices And torments...
Like in a dream, I can't awake Echo of my screams, Drown in this silence of sin...
Sculptures, Living statues, Of human torments Of pain... Of madness... Of malice...
I see, Beside each statue is my face I stand alone In a gallery of human torments, This gallery is reflection of my darkmind And I'll remain here forever...