[Verse 1]
In an empty room eyes without a face
They're stirring other images
Glimpses of a distant life
Of a life gone

[Bridge]
Hands cannot identify
The face behind the iron mask

[Verse 2]
Dim is within on the place of the mind
A kneeled spirit under the boots of fear
Cleansed with torture, trapped in purity
By the whip

[Verse 3]
Daggers from sound penetrate resistance
Behind each one a holy inquisitor
Mouths reveal the presence of haunted beings
Unworthy to be said alive

[Bridge]
Open the window, release the spirit
From this empty body, behind the iron mask

[Verse 4]
Draining pleasures from mental wounds
A need opposed to false excuses
Unveils
Greatest beast