كلمات Ibidem

Stay, stay here and listen to the way, The wind is blowing Lay before the fire, then betray Your secret passion play You must remain all thoughts free You won t believe your senses' spree Pray, your tribute to the unknown god pay He's grace retain Day, by day we're killing us away A slow decay You're still the same, you've no gain You need release for once again Ask me Ask me Spectator of your uncolored vanity Touch me Feel me Am I real? (Or) Was I born from your insanity?