A landscape of desolation, Where death and sorrow are taking over happiness Reality becomes my nightmare, all my hopes are fading away I am always begging death to bring my life I reach this place when my thoughts become darker than the night It is hidden deep inside my head My own world created for me by myself This is my refuge against oppression and slavery The thunder resonates through the endless canyons The snow storms freezes my heart and my blood My body becomes cold and tears runs down my face No sound, no voice, only me facing my fears Is it real, am I dreaming? Is this world a part of my imagination? Depression, sadness and loneliness They are the gate to my mountains of madness A world that I created to escape reality To take refuge against all my feelings To take refuge against our decadent world...