On the other side, there beyond the pale
Grand delusion, even horses look haunted
With wide eyes, alltogether not hale
Poorly fed, their whole form seems gaunted
Where the river of guilt and misdeeds flows
Under your very eyes the sum of your worst
Deeds - those were black as everyone knows
After an age of pain it all goes away in a burst
The sudden return leaves me dazed
I feel the miasma drifting ever so near
I bend over the mirror to see a man, crazed
It all flew over me and I became what I fear
Words of power all hurled around in a retarded wave;
Excrement of those who should have known better
Loud, overpowering, a vision of the utterly insane
But then, the Devil always holds you to the letter
There is no be-all and end-all, it is all up to you and me
To find in ourselves each the true grit to survive
Beasts of phantasm hunt here, preying on us to see
Do we crumble, will we break, who shall stay alive?
