And I've dreamed about Kingdom of death, about the place Called suffering And while he's spreading His wings of agony Blue as a sky and black as life itself It carries me there where I'll dream About place called suffering I look now into the river Bloody with leafs They fell onto her and us It looked like styx, that river, But than I saw the thruth While the wings of fantasy Are closing upon me I know that it is not a styx Neither it is... Bloody she were Bloddless ther are Cause the choosed that way And damned are ones Made of fire