Tekster: Dark. Revolution. Marble Halls.

Through a darkened corridor,
They bring me in a room, room without a door.
No ropes, no chains, but still I?m bound.
Like a distant voice, voice without a sound.

Watch the inside fey
Look the crowd of fix,
The fire in their eyes,
Dancing in the marble halls.
Now I?m coming home,
Back where I belong,
To the home of fools
Welcome to the marble halls.

In a darkened corridor,
When no one dares to look behind the door,
I close my mind and still I?m bound.
Number 9 seems lost, and it won?t be found