On my journey through the crypts With sideways, a thousand Where to go, uncertain My eyes catch so many sights Heavenly cathedrals and hellish gates A choice falls upon me, again
How do they navigates, all these halls? With no attempt to anticipate and read Whispered words vibrate through the cold walls My environment and the ghosts Still circling around me But I am a blind man In my own crypts and mazes Do you know how it feels When a moon rises in the sky While her light does Not dare to caress your skin Do you know? When water flows around, not touching
Have you ever felt the eyes Turning away in your presence What is it like, to be judged by a demon? What is it like, to be judged by an angel? When death, so uncomplicated Just turns into madness
Lead: Peter
Do you know how it feels When a moon rises in the sky While her light does Not dare to caress your skin Do you know? When water flows around Not touching Have you ever felt the eyes Looking through your shape...