Paintings of a Black Ocean Lyrics

"Where does all this evil came from? What was the first drop of ink that made this ocean black? Who is the responsible for such hate? (I'm) On the ground, just like feelings apparently in Morpheus' arms, however dead and buried in fact, murdered by the hands of blinded fiends.

Your fortress is reduced as a castle of sand and you, a bastard baptised by the tar who pays dearly every step he makes, YOU wait in vain for a rest that will never come as you cry inside, though others can not hear it, wandering between heaven and hell, although you're never able to tell the two of them apart, although God appears to have left this place forever after taking your hope away, making it orphan, leaving you naked in an everlasting winter, leaving you alone and tired out."