Wheel Of Torture No words can fill the emptiness Nor match the visions of black The language of death Seems somehow forbidden Yet silence can speak through its eyes When haunting the shadows at night Or watching the stars On a cold and clear wintersky The secrets make us primitive My mind is clear and cold It has travelled for long A bitter return From where I belong My path is destroyed By the winds of time Motionless, I grief my loss In hatred I seek the night Again for another gate And the wind sings me an eerie song And the darkness takes me home.