Ancient curse within my mind (comes back over and over) An expected nightmare (coming back every night) You're afraid your end is near, You cannot control your fears, your obsession feeds your empty Imagination You're afraid your end is near, You cannot control your fears, Your fixation keeps you chained to our will The dice in all hands, the voice in all talks Alight You will be reborn from your own ashes Alive I'll be your muse eternally Then a sudden gust of wind (goes back over and over) Blowing my idle mind (it turns up the dead leaves) You're afraid your end is near, You cannot control your fears, Your obsession feeds your empty imagination You're afraid your end is near, You cannot control your fears, Your fixation keeps you chained to our will Fills my head with dreams, mutters in my ears Alight You will be reborn from your own ashes Alive I'll be your muse eternally Like warmth in a wintry night A craving of destiny Ink on a blank canvas, the one who brings eternity A witness of a glorious past Lines that remain unread Waiting for the one who is touched by the grace of your magic spell