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Bound in chains to my candle, I feel the flicker of life. Was it worth all this struggle, all these battles and strife? In the haze of delusion, deep in a mirror I fell. Was it real or illusion? I saw the city of hell... Majestic walls lay before me, a lightmare in gold and fire, and I felt desire. I saw the pits, I saw the torment, the sulphur and pain, and I went insane. My black soul on a funeral pyre. A glowing shape with horns on fire. The flames around me burning higher, eat away my dark desire. At the iron gates of hades - I`m burning for you! At the iron gates of hades - why is it me, not you! At the iron gates of hades - I`m burning for you! At the iron gates of hades - why is it me, not you! Darkness all around me, my spirit is finally free and doomed eternally. My soul is ready to enter the iron gates of hell - and I can hear the bell. My black soul... At the iron gates... The found me dead in my room, nearby a flickering candle. Can`t you here my sirene tune from inside this goddamned candle? My black soul... At the iron gates... From Letras Mania