| Again and again you’re standing |
| And when we’re apart in the middle of the white |
| Room that hides you away from people in the black night |
| They sad that you are mad, |
| You’re a danger for the world, |
| Your place is a sanitarium, |
| It’s your home, in a word |
| There was time in your own life |
| When you believed the world, |
| When you were free, you felt nice |
| As if you were a big bird |
| You used to tell the people all about |
| Your secret dreams, your knowledge |
| You had lately found out |
| But they said — instead of living in the Sin |
| You might keep praying the Lord in a Holy Ecstasy |
| Right their way — it’s the Madland! |
| Their way leads to Deadland! |
| They’ve hurt your heart, |
| They could make you suffer of a sore |
| When you awake in dark |
| The only sense you’ve got is horror |
| You see the lunacy come |
| To you step by step, |
| You feel — you are slowly |
| Falling down into its depth |
| You had so many emotions |
| And excitement when you tried |
| To enter the unknown space |
| Alone for the first time |
| You didn’t wanna be a loner in this world |
| And you just wanted to persuade them |
| To believe your word |
| But they said — instead of living in the Sin |
| You might keep praying the Lord in a Holy Ecstasy |
| Right their way — it’s the Madland! |
| Their way leads to Deadland! |
| I’m in love with the Dark |
| And when we’re apart |
| I keep being in need of meeting it |
| I remember the grace |
| Of its wet embrace |
| It’s so tight that no one |
| Can make a breath |
| I’m in love with the Storms |
| Knocking off closed doors |
| I feel — they are the Wrath of the Lords |
| Again and again you’re standing |
| And when we’re apart in the middle of the white |
| Room that hides you away from people in the black night |
| They sad that you are mad, |
| You’re a danger for the world, |
| Your place is a sanitarium, |
| It’s your home, in a word |
| There was time in your own life |
| When you believed the world, |
| When you were free, you felt nice |
| As if you were a big bird |
| You used to tell the people all about |
| Your secret dreams, your knowledge |
| You had lately found out |
| But they said — instead of living in the Sin |
| You might keep praying the Lord in a Holy Ecstasy |
| Right their way — it’s the Madland! |
| Their way leads to Deadland! |