[Instrumental]

Our abode 'mongst the stars is waiting,
long enough for our last breath of life.
You stare at nothing, right through me,
at times resembling the Devil's concubine.
And me, I am the idol that would long
to caress our eyes until they would open no more.
I would comfort you if I only could,
but as we all know by now... I am just thin air.
Unaware as you are of my presence,
you are losing yourself.
Hiding within THE AMEN CORNER.

• April Ethereal
• Circle Of The Tyrants
• Credence
• Demon Of The Fall
• Epilogue
• Karma
• Madrigal
• Prologue
• Remember Tomorrow
• The Amen Corner
• When