Dark heart

On my journey through the crypts
With sideways, a thousand
Where to go, uncertain
My eyes catch so many sights
Heavenly cathedrals and hellish gates
A choice falls upon me, again

How do they navigates, all these halls?
With no attempt to anticipate and read
Whispered words vibrate through the cold walls
My environment and the ghosts
Still circling around me
But I am a blind man
In my own crypts and mazes
Do you know how it feels
When a moon rises in the sky
While her light does
Not dare to caress your skin
Do you know?
When water flows around, not touching

Have you ever felt the eyes
Turning away in your presence
What is it like, to be judged by a demon?
What is it like, to be judged by an angel?
When death, so uncomplicated
Just turns into madness

Lead: Peter

Do you know how it feels
When a moon rises in the sky
While her light does
Not dare to caress your skin
Do you know?
When water flows around
Not touching
Have you ever felt the eyes
Looking through your shape...