One cold black winter night the night spirit appeared to me He told me where I must go to truly learn how to see, to hear and to feel Though the road gets darker ahead I know I can't look behind I must pursue this pure yet diabolical vision of mine Towards the hidden sanctum, just a couple of steps from the stars We're led by the voice and vision, towards the hidden sanctum we ride. Beaten and bleeding but still going strong, we're riders on the storm So close to reaching what we have been searching for since we were born The road to Hell is paved with good intentions or so I have read Well, the road to dark illumination - decorated with darkness and death Towards the hidden sanctum, just a couple of steps from the stars We're led by the voice and vision, towards the hidden sanctum we ride.