I awake in a perfect hell - genus ex nihilo, This shell filled with another man's paradise, Holds only a whisper of my past life, I'm trapped between worlds, a dream within a dream, Draw me a picture, a still frame in your mind, That records all the pieces left inside of me, Know my beginnings, the trials that life brings, Or wash away my ashes in the sea, For in that sleep of death what dreams may come? The one of a life taken by a man wearing my flesh, Three gates to hell before me, the sea, the sky, my mind, With this key, a blade, release me, These skies hold no salvation, No peace lies beneath the dust, These skies hold no salvation, No peace lies beneath the dust, Where is the answer? A distant voice repeating, The final gate is calling out to me, The choice is easy, awaken from my sleep, Or wash away my ashes in the sea, Cleanse me in the tides of the sea.