| In the beginning | |
| I read the signs of decay | |
| I was not to know what would come over me today | |
| At the arrival of the train my body arrived | |
| It could have been me and my mind was revived | |
| The key of solutions is right in my hand | |
| I've seen the tomb in which that urn stands | |
| My coming days are ruled by death | |
| Maria, why these veils of blood? | |
| Or am I of that little faith? | |
| As I struggled through the corridors of my overactive imagination, or paranoia as some might say, the ultimate truth overwhelmed me: | |
| Like a fly in a web she had trapped me | |
| I am doomed...doomed... |