Take my will Take my hands This is the last dance Long I have spun This is the last dance Victorious am I? I do not push Victorious am I? I am pulled To skies of black, to barren places Absurd desires, hopes, fears, to death Martyrious In a trance Endlessly, we dance for the stone Relentlessly, we dance to ascend, to fall Martyrious In a trance You took my will Took my hands In this last dance But I befriended time To create and live again And create and live again