From insane of insane. Hundreds difficult steps. I'm a wind, i'm a cold.... I am nothing or less. Their tusks, iced and sharp, tear my flesh to the bones... I am wrapped in white sheets, dying of boredom. From insane of insane. Thousands octopus hands. And I scream - that I'm broken with child innocence The last mystery solved, the last ray disappeared World is stinks with incense, making my mind so clear.