I am a prisioner
In a dark jail called mind
I feel memories colliding against the walls
Of my brain
So many places and facts
So many faces in all around
Rotten portraits from a distant past
In cold chains
(chorus)
They testified my crimes
Nobody can hear the silent shout
Of another name written in the black tome
Of damned souls
Nostalgia is a trap
Undead voices inside my head
Unconsciously created for keep me far
From neurosis
Hallowed be the future
Uncertain chapters sang by the angels choir
A lost ship in the ocean of the chronicles
Of my life
(repeat chorus)