At a gloomy afternoon I heard the call of an angel
She's the light of my world, she's a breeze
A flash, a scent of...
Heaven, where we will find together again
Heaven, once far away, now unbelievable near
In a Chinese obscurity, for a questionable last supper
Psychedelic adventure, she burns my wings away
Heard a shot in the attic, saw a mute servant smiling
Gold and red and candle light, her outline getting out of sight
Meanwhile the doctor in the tombs below
Tortures the corpse of a victim
High voltage running through my head
Tortured till the final breath
My whole world broke down, disjointed by her ideology
In that far eastern nightmare, she's the only constant factor.