The third, the magical de Kalmah

I've been searching some answers concealed in my heart

The spirit within

I've been hunting those secrets with my deepest bottle

But have found none

So I need a deeper dive:

With the screws on my lips

I am falling down

Into the king's sea

Feel the rope winding in me

And feel the touch

Of oblivion

Now I'm floating

There is no way out, diving deeper down

In my memories

All the losses and all the minor joys

With affectation

This rope around me tightens again

And I wonder who I really am

Who I really am?

The third day, the magical

A way to believe I'm born again

The third day, the magical

A way to believe I'm born again

Waves of unconsciousness lulling me to sleep

In my own whirlpool

And the fear of sobering up

Is lurking around

But the rope around me tightens again

And I wonder who I really am

Who I really am?

The third day, the magical

A way to believe I'm born again

The third day, the magical

A way to believe I'm born again

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