Perto Dos Portais Da Loucura

Nothing that stands firm in itself
Nothing that needs to make sense to anyone
When you come looking for me
In search of wisdom
I will be there

Decrepit
In my castle in ruins
Where there is no longer room for the delusions of truth
Through my eyes
You will notice
That I am so far away

Near the gates of madness

Nothing that stands firm in itself
Nothing that needs to make sense to anyone
When you come looking for me
In search of wisdom
I will be there

Horrible
In my castle in ruins
Where there is no longer room for the delusions of truth
Through my eyes
You will notice
That I am so far away

Near the gates of madness