The mask of sanity is on my face,
But it cannot restrain my temper's blaze;
A saint outside, but vulgar inside -
That's my creed of life, that's my wicked pride.

The craziness of life keeps me alive;
I feel the electricity surge through my eyes.
It's time to go and find new memories,
I've been buried too long in this vile cemetery.

The flame of life
Will heal my soul tonight;
My empty heart
Soaks up crimson blood;
The hands of time
Will never stop my mind.
The resurrection of the crime!

The wind will show me the way to go
Over rocky hills, through the rain and snow.
Blessed by madness, I search for my life,
Flying like a raven under purple skies.