A Sick Man's Dreams / Blissful Hell

In this darkest hour
When the mind deceives
And dim shades crawl
When true beliefs are splintered
And all the norms are flayed
In this darkest hour
I cross the line to the other side

Let us hide behind the veil
Created by our own illusions

Welcome to my blissful hell
I shall open the gates for the advent
Welcome to my blissful hell
Welcome to the place called
Reality

We seek the light of wisdom
The mystic figure
The wisest of the wise
So we follow the silent voices
That guide the sun at dawn

Through the rupture
Where life bleeds once more
I bury the secrets I’ve found
I ravel within in a place I can’t feel
Waiting to open the final act…

Welcome to my blissful hell
I shall open the gates for the advent
Welcome to my blissful hell
Welcome to the place called
Insanity…
Insanity…
Insanity…