The maze of self is a prison
A senseless hunt for the past
The vultures took the decision
This treacherous kits of a needle
A look at a distorting mirror
I don't know where I have gone
It reflected a picture of horror
Iron wheels are crying loud
Every more, my mind climbs down
A horrid beautiful maiden
She wants an intoxication
Smiles and tears out my heart
Iron wheels are crying loud
Every more, my mind climbs down
Iron wheels are crying loud
Every more, my mind climbs down