Lyrics:

In an empty room eyes without a face
They're stirring other images
Glimpses of a distant life
Of a life gone

Hands cannot identify
The face behind the iron mask

Dim is within on the place of the mind
A kneeled spirit under the boots of fear
Cleansed with torture, trapped in purity
By the whip

Daggers from sound penetrate resistance
Behind each one a holy inquisitor
Mouths reveal the presence of haunted beings
Unworthy to be said alive

Open the window, release the spirit
From this empty body, behind the iron mask

Draining pleasures from mental wounds
A need opposed to false excuses
Unveils
Greatest beast