Tekster: Amatris. Imprisoned. Doomed.

Voices in my head
Cries of my soul
Torture me everyday
Can't find a resort

Lies surrounds me
Pictures of war
Lost in this world of intrigues
I see the greed

No exit out of this maze
I feel the cold embrace
I fall into the hate
No exit out of this fate

Escaping is impossible
No more strength to defend