The waiting darkness holds things, deep into the colors of dream Living tones of suffering, hidden shades of sadness within Blinded by its painful glimpses, I can see It flashing back my life The waiting darkness holds things, shining on the blade of my knife
I’m the shoemaker I know how to heal your disease I’m the shoemaker I will put your anguish at ease
The mournful sounds that I hear, ghostly symphonies of the past The weeping tunes of my fears, dying lips expiring at last Dancing by the silent music, I can hear its dreadful voice again The mournful sounds that I hear, harmonies of steel, blood and pain
Hear the shoemaker Words of delusion and hate See the shoemaker Pictures of a man and his fate
In the dark Dying woman crying weakly In the dark When I love, I love too deeply It’s all gone (The Voice from the Pit): Life isn’t fair It’s all gone (The Voice from the Pit): But death and despair I’m a slave Killing for my sacred mission (The Voice from the Pit): Kill for my joy I’m a slave Of nightmares and hallucinations (The Voice from the Pit): Live to destroy
(The Voice from the Pit & Charlie the Head): Kryos Mary Krystos Kryos Krystorah Kryos Mary Krystos Krystorah Krystorah
I’m the shoemaker The last note of one sad symphony I’m the shoemaker The final verse of my elegy