White Ward - World of the Closed Graves

Welcome to the world of the closed graves.
Where you nothing mean.
Welcome, to the world of slaves.
Where home - A white crypt.

In crowds of people lose yourself,
Everything roads rule in emptiness.
The madness consumed the mad,
Come age of great joyness,

Welcome, to the world of faceless,
Where light and darkness mixed in sins.
Welcome, to the world of dreams,
That lost under alien control.

In crowds of people lose yourself,
Everything roads rule in emptiness.
The madness consumed the mad,
Come age of great joyness,

Outside the door - Empty, she solid.
And in it - The same soulless.
Is it worth to endure the void,
Or fill it with faceless?

Don't look for a sense,
Separate walls of illusions,
The great age essence,
Will give you crazy visions.