In the fool's tower
where horror is not spared
are you so enamored with yourself
that you do not know who you are
the tragedy of others
decides who will keep the illusion
in this Tower of Babel
for men without memory
but who is still hiding
in the hell of the scenery
by the dim light of the mutes
Refrain :
the omerta in our eyes
this death by slow fire }X3
or shattering to pieces.
at the king's court
the valets are legion
waiting for their turn
the knife on the lookout
the only queens there are
in this prison of hypocrites
are those who make the choice
to obtain nothing more
but who is still hiding
in the hell of the scenery
by the dim light of the mutes
Refrain :
the omerta in our eyes
this death by slow fire }X3
or shattering to pieces
to forgotten virtue
to the dictate of appearance
until the sirens' songs
that freeze our hearts
to carve on the bark
that only the fire of life
restores hope
but who is still hiding
in the hell of the scenery
by the dim light of the mutes
Refrain :
the omerta in our eyes
this death by slow fire. } X3
or shattering to pieces
are we the deceased
of a murderous death
the reaper who takes the soul
counts us down
but who is still hiding
in the hell of the scenery
by the dim light of the mutes
the omerta in our eyes
this death by slow fire
or shattering to pieces
or shattering to pieces
in the hell of the scenery
the omerta in our eyes
the omerta in our lives
and this little death
on reprieve