Just let me out of here
Speak to me
It all would be easier
I want to talk to you
Who is that?
Do I hear a whisper?
Or do I hear a cry?
Across the brown land
The stumps of time
Oh turn the wheel and heal me
Since moonlights fade
I'm empty - heal me
I'm in search of the Lionheart
I am ashamed
I myself can't make it
Drown Ulyssess
Drown here in the silence
Cause down to Hades I've gone
But I cannot get out
Down below
I can't free my mind
Soon I will fade away
Down below
I can't free my mind
Soon I will fade
"Tic Tac" is the message
And the lunatic fears
He is no more
Speak to me
It all would be easier
While I'm passing by
Who's that?
Do I hear a whisper?
Or do I hear a cry?
Across the brown land
The ghost arrives
Pick up my bones and
Tell me
Is this the "Lake of Fire"?
Hell?
Please
I'm in search of the Lionheart
I am ashamed
I myself can't make it
Drown Ulyssess
Drown here in the silence
Cause down to Hades I've gone
But I cannot get out
Ruins rule my memories
I can't reacall the signs
Invite the dead
Then silence struck my mind
Silence is madness
"Tic Tac Tic Tactic"
Says the clock
Just let me out of here
Speak to me
It all would be easier
I want to talk to you
Hear me
Welcome to this sad place
And hand me what is mine
I'm the Theban prophet
The dead and blind
And from the sea you'll feel me
Then you'll breath out gently
Leave me
I'm in search of the Lionheart
I am ashamed
I myself can't make it
Drown Ulyssess
Drown here in the silence
Cause down to Hades I've gone
But I cannot get out
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