Reality, my one last escape   I can't hid deep inside myself   I close my eyes   Try to cover my ears   I'm obsessed   No peace to be found      Three churches with minarets   On three hills, far away   Every church has a bell   Piercing chime   Resonates in my head      [Lead: Schalin]      One for faith, holy faith   Roars like hell   One for hope, bloody hope   One for love   Tinkling fuck      Optical delusions   Unheard sounds   Haunting me, why?   These symbols I can't understand   Or interpret   I open my eyes   To escape from this hell   Although reality bites   Reflection I can spare      Three windmills now appear   New visions but I don't care   Two in spin and one is still   Eyes now burn   Sound intensified   Eardrums blow   Delirious delirium!      [Lead: Schalin]      He never solved the riddle   Never tried   Cursed to die!      [Lead: Allenmark]      Never reached   The insight that I have   Led to his demise   So learn from this...      If you are a stormy sea   Hold the mill-sails   If your soul is ground      I prithee mark my words   Your soul torn apart   By the sound of the bells   Misled by visions   You will expire   Concentrate, gather strength   Don't let the chime   Get to you or your soul      If you're strong   No mill can grind your soul   Not even if you are   A stormy sea