In the temple of my heart, i choose landscapes myself
I built artistic walls and tell the sun not to rise
Indecadent suspension i find relief
Walking, not thinking, dreaming visions of mine

My soul derives its power from the ruins of dead city
While my feet softly clash on the onyx floors
I see praying spires, their grandeur grows into choir
Oh, deserted land of thousand-voice hues

Deserted land
When i close my eyes i'm already there
Deserted land
I satisfy myself with drops from the cup of your glory

Every time i look at terraces sunken in the shadow
I don't want them ever to be struck by the light
Let the darkness of misery like a serpent warp around it
Talking delight in ambigiuity at all times

Deserted land
When i close my eyes i'm already there
Deserted land
How good i didn't know you alive

My body is a wall that feels at night that grows
Like the sea, suddenly awaken decorated with the moon
The throne - lafty which detains envious power
He knows that after night proud dawns are will come

Deserted land
When i close my eyes i'm already there
Deserted land
How good i didn't know you alive