Surrounded by blank walls in an empty room Day after day I choke in sorrow and terror Pointlessly trying to evade nightmares in my sleep Pointlessly trying to evade the truth behind it all Screaming to subdue the chanting voices of the dead I evoke ecollections of my youth revealing more pain I remember the day when I first saw the grey eye I remember that day when I walked the devil's path Turbid hypnotising water, almost alive, invited me to see… I heard the shrieks of a child in pain, someone dear to me... Then I saw a man sinking a knife into my brother's chest My father was that man, stabbing like a maniac over and over again From that day my destiny was to feed the grey eye with blood From that day I was bound to return to the Devil's Playground