Delusions Rotting Christ

Take me in a heavy sleep
In adventures I've never seen
In a dimension before death
Mentally lost always have been

If none of us / return from death

There is so a weaving
To explain life
In a place
There is no life
What I adore
Is lost behind

All the figures feel like me
How can I feel as pain does not exist
Here knowledge meets nothingness
A lost dream, a psychotic feast

If none of us / return from death

There's so weaving
To explain life
In a place
There is no life
What I adore
Is lost behind