Metallic Tomb

Seeking something in a dirty place
In my land I see your face
I can't believe but it's real
It seems like a dream but I feel
The long ambition is dead
A clean face, an empty head
Must be an opened door
I don't want to discover anymore
I creep under your pale shadow
You die away and I bow before you
Sleeping in a coffin from the sea
Hold my fearful hands to hurt me
I creep up the small stairs
When I see a cloud in the air
Endless bridge, big animals into my brain
A dirty river below my blond maid
A dark room, a dirty room
But I saw her
The number one, she had the glory
She is dead
Metallic tomb!
Metallic tomb to you!