My goal is to loose conscience
The challenge is to wreck my soul
I've ran out of alibis
I've ran out of control

The silvery moon invites me
To the funeral of my dreams
My last hope deep buried
It's time to justify my means

CHORUS:
Sick and tired I come to rest
Over (the) fire, my other self staring
All around me, you all try to emprison me
No force can bring me to this world

Phantoms, come to the fire
Let us celebrate the night
Gentle lions, come to the rain
Let us have one last feast

Dear serpents, come to me
Smell the hot blood on my veins
It will all be yours, take me
To the loss of everything

CHORUS

Every me in this fire
Is helping me to get where I want
At stake, my deared sanity
Carved within my every soul