In this world full of winded corridors

Cities like maces towers like thorns

I'm not my master, not at all

Cursed thoughts lead me to my fall

Ref.:

Broken thoughts

Broken dreams

Broken hearts

This realm of darkness, is this my reward?

(Instrumental Break)

Darkness is falling, over my mind

My burning eyes are, deadly blind

Now there is nothing like it seems

All illusion, only dreams

Broken thoughts

Broken dreams

Broken hearts

This realm of darkness, this is my reward

In this world full of winded corridors

Cities like maces towers like thorns

I'm not my master, not at all

Cursed thoughts lead me to my fall

Broken thoughts

Broken dreams

Broken hearts

This realm of darkness, this is my reward