There's a poison running slowly through the veins.
All reflections of the world have inflicted me with pain,
And I'm moving on the winds, and the winds are cold.
I see the old ones carried to the grave.
The young and blessed, they are born into the flames,
And I'm moving on the winds, and the winds are cold.
I know the fools and the demons in disguise
All inside my heart to serve another lie,
And the world spinning round, the wind so strong.
Come here
Into the silence,
Into the silence.
Come here.
Illusions, asylum,
Oh, it's your ivory soul.
These are the trails
I've come through a thousand times.
These are the trails
I've come through a thousand times.
There's a poison running slowly through the veins.
All reflections of the world have inflicted me with pain,
And I'm moving on the winds, and the winds are cold.
Come here
Into the silence,
Into the silence.
Come here.
Illusions, asylum.
Come here
Into the silence,
Into the silence.
Illusions, asylum,
Oh, it's your ivory soul.
It's your ivory soul.
Oh, it's your ivory soul.
Aah!
