Five Faces of Madness - Byzantine

I dreamt of heaven once

It was a calm cool and miserable place

All my friends were under the fire

I could not make out a face

I was trapped with the holiest men

The ultimate punch line to an ironic end

I screamed in my torment and writhed in my pain

As the angels did bathe me with heaven again

There is no earthly way of knowing

Which direction we are going

Not a speck of light is showing

So the danger must be growing

I draw inspiration from the micro dreams

That twitch the body before the entering

We pull ourselves into a callous induced sleep

Swallowed by the years of undigested beatings

In this place you reek of fear

Deserved malaise

Light is gone with shedding grace

And God has backed away

Free yourself from your own mind

Break yourself from your own mind

Not a speck of light is showing

So the danger must be growing

In this place you reek of fear

Deserved the horrors of life