The Black Spiral - A Canorous Quintet

A SANE MAN WANDERS

IN HOPES HIGH NOT TO DIE

TO MASTER AND TO UNDERSTAND

THE SICKNESS OF EVERY SOUL

ONE BREATH IN THE FROZEN DARKNESS

DARKNESS BURNING WITH FEAR

FEEDING UPON THE MIND

TWISTING AND TURNING

A SICK AND BROKEN PORTRAIT OF BALANCE

THE SWIFT DAGGER OF MADNESS

BUT WITH MADNESS COMES POWER

SANITY SPLITS APPART

PARADOX UPON PARADOX

PAINFULLY DRAINING

YET UNSEEN UNTOUCHED

SANITY FALLS, FALLS INTO THE PIT OF NOTHINGNESS

TO PURE IS THE VISION OF CORRUPTION

TOO CLOSE, TOO SICK

THE MIND CRACKS

SHATTERS AND DISAPPEARS IN THE DARKNESS

NOTHING HAS CHANGED

LIFE CONTINUES IT’S SICK PARODLY

OF IT’S IDEAL

AND ONLY DEATH CAN SET US FREE

(rep. verse 1 — 3)

(AND ONLY DEATH) CAN SET US FREE

THE BLACK SPIRAL

A SICK AND BROKEN PORTRAIT OF BALANCE

THE SWIFT DAGGER OF MADNESS

BUT WITH MADNESS COMES POWER

SANITY SPLITS APART

PARADOX UPON PARADOX

PAINFULLY DRAINING

YET UNSEEN UNTOUCHED

SANITY FALLS, FALLS INTO THE PIT OF NOTHINGNESS