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Music : Sotiris/
Spiros, Lyrics : Sotiris)
In an empty room eyes without a face.
They are stirring other images,glimpses of a distant life,of a gone life.
The hands cannot identify the face
Behind the Iron Mask
Dim is within on the plane of the minda kneeled spirit under the boot of fearcleansed with torturetraped in purity by the whip.
Daggers from sound penetrateresistance behind each one,a Holy inquisitor.
Mouths reveal the presence ofhaunted beings unworthy to be said alive.
Open the window
Release the spirit from this empty body
Behind the Iron Mask
Draining pleasures from mental woundsa need opposed to false excusesunveils the greatest beast.
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