Forbidden Spaces (The Damnation)

Tangle of dark thoughts compresses my mind Diabolic visions sculpture my brain Slowly I am crossing the unholy gate Blasphemous illusions assume fantastic shape Terrific chasms lead to forbidden spaces Inscrutable passed time Maybe I died, maybe I born I am on the edge of evil and goodness Misunderstood whispers, countess shadows They prompt me that the end became a beginning