Hanging on a cliff Groping for something I cannot quite reach The fall is too deep If I let go It will take all that's left of me Blood colours the white I'm mesmerised It burns in my eyes But if I look away I lose all that I have My mind is turning black, it's burning Faces from the dark turning Through the scorched fields I am walking Towards the gates Who tells the truth? I see faces but The words they speak are unknown to me The crooked serpent
The distance is too wide How can I know what's happening on the other side I want to let go But then there's no turning back I'm kept in the dark I stand on my grave No one is there There's no name on the stone Srepent around my neck... The gates are still sealed My mind is turning black, it's burning Faces from the dark turning Through the scorched fields I'm walking Towards the gates I have the key, but it's under my skin Blood colours the white