The Enigma of Number Three - Anata

Reality, my one last escape

I can’t hid deep inside myself

I close my eyes

Try to cover my ears

I’m obsessed

No peace to be found

Three churches with minarets

On three hills, far away

Every church has a bell

Piercing chime

Resonates in my head

(Lead: Schalin)

One for faith, holy faith

Roars like hell

One for hope, bloody hope

One for love

Tinkling fuck

Optical delusions

Unheard sounds

Haunting me, why?

These symbols I can’t understand

Or interpret

I open my eyes

To escape from this hell

Although reality bites

Reflection I can spare

Three windmills now appear

New visions but I don’t care

Two in spin and one is still

Eyes now burn

Sound intensified

Eardrums blow

Delirious delirium!

(Lead: Schalin)

He never solved the riddle

Never tried

Cursed to die!

(Lead: Allenmark)

Never reached

The insight that I have

Led to his demise

So learn from this…

If you are a stormy sea

Hold the mill-sails

If your soul is ground

I prithee mark my words

Your soul torn apart

By the sound of the bells

Misled by visions

You will expire

Concentrate, gather strength

Don’t let the chime

Get to you or your soul

If you’re strong

No mill can grind your soul

Not even if you are

A stormy sea