Deserted Land (Chainsaw)

In the temple of my heart, I choose landscapes myself I built artistic walls and tell the sun not to rise In decadent suspension I find relief Walking, not thinking, dreaming visions of mine My soul derives its power from the ruins of dead city While my feet softly clash on the onyx floors I see praying spires, their grandeur grows into choir Oh, deserted land of thousand-voice hues Deserted land When I close my eyes I’m already there Deserted land I satisfy myself with drops from the cup of your glory Every time I look at terraces sunken in the shadow I don't want them ever to be struck by the light Let the darkness of misery like a serpent warp around it Talking delight in ambiguity at all times Deserted land When I close my eyes I’m already there Deserted land How good I didn't know you alive My body is a wall that feels at night that grows Like the sea, suddenly awaken decorated with the moon The throne - lofty which detains envious power He knows that after night proud dawns are will come Deserted land When I close my eyes I’m already there Deserted land How good I didn't know you alive