Strange hours calling my mighty soul,
Into the lair of death,
Showing me the path of light,
Towards death is my sight.
Death is beautiful if thy know the secret behind the wall of life,
A hallucination has shown me so now I want to break on through to the other side,
A life of misery that’s what we all have before the journey of the soul,
Love, Passion, and history in the making is a trouble we go through thinking it’s the perfect goal.