Вершы: Imago Mortis. Images From The Shady Gallery. The Shoemaker.

The waiting darkness holds things,
deep into the colors of dream
Living tones of suffering,
hidden shades of sadness within
Blinded by its painful glimpses,
I can see It flashing back my life
The waiting darkness holds things,
shining on the blade of my knife

I'm the shoemaker
I know how to heal your disease
I'm the shoemaker
I will put your anguish at ease

The mournful sounds that I hear,
ghostly symphonies of the past
The weeping tunes of my fears,
dying lips expiring at last
Dancing by the silent music,
I can hear its dreadful voice again
The mournful sounds that I hear,
harmonies of steel, blood and pain

Hear the shoemaker
Words of delusion and hate
See the shoemaker
Pictures of a man and his fate

In the dark
Dying woman crying weakly
In the dark
When I love, I love too deeply
It's all gone
[The Voice from the Pit:] Life isn't fair
It's all gone
[The Voice from the Pit:] But death and despair
I'm a slave
Killing for my sacred mission
[The Voice from the Pit:] Kill for my joy
I'm a slave
Of nightmares and hallucinations
[The Voice from the Pit:] Live to destroy

[The Voice from the Pit Charlie the Head:]
Kryos Mary Krystos
Kryos Krystorah
Kryos Mary Krystos
Krystorah Krystorah

I'm the shoemaker
The last note of one sad symphony
I'm the shoemaker
The final verse of my elegy