Messiah One Thousand Pallid Deaths
I make my mind feel empty The sleep is drawing near Then I pass into the world That so many fear I step inside the temple halls A wet fog like the breath Of a dragon is surrounding My body lifts me... away One thousand pallid deaths Inside these halls One thousand pallid deaths I hear their call Away through the halls where Bricks are made of bones And the floors are made of bloody Slowly breathing flesh Then I see a throne All covered with dust It drags me closer, oh will I dare? But suddenly, I wake up... One thousand pallid deaths Inside these halls One thousand pallid deaths I hear their call So step inside (the temple halls) A wet fog (like the breath) Of a dragon (will surround) Your body (and lift you... away)
