Behind The Iron Mask

(álbum: Mystic Places Of Dawn - 1994)

In an empty room eyes without a face
They are stirring other images
Glimpses of a distant life
Of a gone life

The hands cannot identify the face
Behind the Iron Mask

Dim is within on the plane of the mind
A kneeled spirit under the boot of fear
Cleansed with torture
Traped in purity by the whip

Daggers from sound penetrate
Resistance behind each one
A Holy inquisitor
Mouths reveal the presence of
Haunted beings unworthy to be said alive

Open the window
Release the spirit from this empty body
Behind the Iron Mask

Draining pleasures from mental wounds
A need opposed to false excuses
Unveils the greatest beast