Gently, hold our heads
Gently, hold our heads on high
Aimless time, in fear now hide
Overthrow the plan
Confusion lies in all my words
Mad is the soul
We barricade ourselves in holes of temperament
This is the dawning of a new age
A heart that beats the wrong way
Insanity's crescendo
Gently, hold our heads
Gently, hold our heads on high
Windcolor, second sight
A touch of silence, the violence of dark
Illusion span, the aroma of time
Shadowlife, the scent of nothingness
Insanity's crescendo!
Infinite fall of instinct
Order of one spells deceit
Infinite lack of trust
Order of one obsolete
Oh, escaping time is all we lost ahead
When it's found, can judgment make amends?
From force-fed impressions let us mortify the mind
Each soul to violate, each instinct to be rendered false
Torn asunder be the conventional forms and frames
Now for the blood of heaven unlearn
…And the cleansing comes
Felt a tremor in the pillars of the senses
Cursed victim of a distance near
The first dream, the clearest vision
Aimlessly steer towards our night
We belong to thee
Oh, dearest bliss, unnerving silence
Entangled within
Dimly begotten, in clarity found
Virgin-like tears for impurity bound
Search he, who darken the stars and the sky
Greet now this vision an emerald dawn
Empty the Sun, carve out the wind
Insanity's crescendo, tear out the blinded eye
Insanity's crescendo!
