Hanging on a cliff Groping for something I cannot quite reach The fall is too deep If I let go it will take all that's left of me Blood colours the white I'm mesmerised It burns in my eyes But if I look away I lose all that I have My mind is turning black, it's burning Faces from the dark turning Through the scorched fields I am walking Towards the gates My mind is turning black, it's burning Faces from the dark turning Through the scorched fields I am walking Towards the gates Who tells the truth? I see faces But the words they speak Are unknown to me The crooked serpent The distance is too wide How can I know what's happening on the other side I want to let go But then there's no turning back I'm kept in the dark I stand on my grave No one is there There's no name on the stone Serpent around my neck The gates are still sealed ♪ My mind is turning black, it's burning Faces from the dark turning Through the scorched fields I'm walking Towards the gates ♪ I have the key, but it's under my skin Blood colours the white