Bound in chains to my candle, I feel the flicker of life.
Was it worth all this struggle, all these battles and strife
In the haze of delusion, deep in a mirror I fell. Was it real or illusion
I saw the city of hell...

Majestic walls lay before me, a lightmare in gold and fire, and I felt desire.
I saw the pits, I saw the torment, the sulphur and pain, and I went insane.

My black soul on a funeral pyre. A glowing shape with horns on fire.
The flames around me burning higher, eat away my dark desire.

At the iron gates of hades - I`m burning for you!
At the iron gates of hades - why is it me, not you!
At the iron gates of hades - I`m burning for you!
At the iron gates of hades - why is it me, not you!

Darkness all around me, my spirit is finally free and doomed eternally.
My soul is ready to enter the iron gates of hell - and I can hear the bell.

My black soul...

At the iron gates...

The found me dead in my room, nearby a flickering candle.
Can`t you here my sirene tune from inside this goddamned candle

My black soul...

At the iron gates...