Lying in the brown field, memories start to flow in my mind
Visions of the bloodied room, my bloodied hand, her bloodied body
Fear and despair manifest a mind tormented by an anomaly
I know for this act the price I pay will be eternal despair
A rampart of horror, temple of darkness, a superstructure of terror – this face I see
Weakened and broken, a crippled and quite wasted frame
I can do nothing and I hear the dog laughing again
Amemnon – master you instructed me
My ruler, enticing my disease
You’re the one, who could not be wrong
I know you’re the one who courted her
They stand at perimeters hidden by the vegetation
They move slowly towards me, holding earthly ordinance arms
I sit alone, listening to their incessant screams of torment
I just want to die (A hand grasps my shoulder from behind)
Powerless and strapped to a vindelatch
Hung invertedly as a display
Their proudness gleams, in another language they speak
I know a short trial awaits on Earth
Back to the transport we go
Confrontation awaits me
My master by the River of Corticone
I will see you there
I saw them naked in the stars
Amemnon – Master you instructed me
My ruler, enticing my disease
You’re the one, who could not be wrong
I know you’re the one who courted her
I envision the dawn of a great hurricane