Оригинален текст
Realized under the cover of darkness
we are the dreams and they are the shadows
of doubt in a lucid mind
in a coc00n of fear
there is nothing left
but to tremble an submit
while all that could of been
lies undiscovered without meaning
whats kept in conquers
whats kept out and well be found dead
behind locked doors with prayerless hands
clutching useless keys
asleep forever