Perto Dos Portais Da Loucura
Velho
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
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
