It came to me
Like an unexpected nightmare
Raising as I laid down
My inner demons belong to a higher art
Their names will never be known.
They are a secret of a demonic nature
In the depth of my imagination
The unknown spectre of evil
Is closed in me
Released by time
It comes to me
Like a bursting memory
Out of this sinister dark and silent world,
Where nothing grows than anger
I burst and in me
As demons of my inner self
Belonging to a darker art, are growing
My inner self is changing
By raising as I just laid down,
Out of my imagination,
My inspiration.
Out of my mind a pure spectre grows,
Of evil, of demon, of demons in my inner self
My inner demons belong to a higher art
Their names will never be known,
They are a secret of a demonic nature
In the depth of my imagination
Like an unexpected nightmare
Raising as I laid down
My inner demons belong to a higher art
Their names will never be known.
They are a secret of a demonic nature
In the depth of my imagination
The unknown spectre of evil
Is closed in me
Released by time
It comes to me
Like a bursting memory
Out of this sinister dark and silent world,
Where nothing grows than anger
I burst and in me
As demons of my inner self
Belonging to a darker art, are growing
My inner self is changing
By raising as I just laid down,
Out of my imagination,
My inspiration.
Out of my mind a pure spectre grows,
Of evil, of demon, of demons in my inner self
My inner demons belong to a higher art
Their names will never be known,
They are a secret of a demonic nature
In the depth of my imagination