Ethereal Pandemonium - Zah-doom-unee lyrics

I could keep the secret if not for the void, the void Truly if you seek red slavery, them paranoid These pronounced echoes of the turbid thinking The unicorns and the reptiles in the dirt Proceeding through shrubbery And the thousands thorns breeding from my skin Whispered the wooden ear When breathing, freezing... Turmoil, bluebeard fears And screaming, hearing That no one ever hears The boiling me The frozen thee And the haze upon all that's in between It's growing new And to be true Suspended best than again to deive into Midsummer aches A full-plate mail Inside it's frail At the sounds of the mining it's fallen through And deep it stays ...Don't dare to yield it for yourself