That's The Game Of Chess

Your Life Against The Death

And You're A Looser

Just Loosing Your Last Breath

The Clock's Tick Tock

Seems To Be Dead Men's Talk

And You're A Looser

Juast Loosing Your Last Breath



The Point Of Death Has Never Been Closer

Enter The Garden Of Chaos And Order



A Rude Awake From The Dream

From The Dream That You've Been Painting



It's A Dream Within A Dream

So Much Yet To Be Seen

How Much Time Is It Taking

Till You Feel The Agony

And Still You Are Searching

For Your Lost Memories

But You Know You'll Have

A Blind Date With Your Death



The Chance To Live Has Never Been Closer

Enter The Garden Of Chaos And Order



A Rude Awakening From The Dream

From The Dream That You've Been Painting



A Sweet Awakening From The Nightmare Of The Hating

A Dream Within A Dream So Much Yet To Be Seen