Tekst:
Anathema An Iliad Of Woes

My life?s minds plagued by lyssophobia In a cage solitude locks me in As the dark blackened walls close in on me Dementia strikes, there?s no turning

: [Dream:] In the world of my subconscious, a realm of the unknown a vision is carved by the almighty hand The agony of a thousand souls supressed by

Poison of our worlds In times of darkness, of death and decay he grasps dominion all over His stench hovers as shame in the house of fraticide An impressive

My life's minds plagued by lyssophobia In a cage solitude locks me in As the dark blackened walls close in on me Dementia strikes, there's no turning

Existence, throught a spirit's will A force, use the power of evil Darkness, visualize As light pierces through your yearning eyes Rebirth of a lost