Take a trip with me, to endless insanity
  where no souls could live. Where no
  soule could rest the echoes of tormenti-
  on, rips so psychic wounds into your
  mind. The longer we go, feeling the anaestesia of
  your soul, rise above the seas, the seas of
  torment. (Chorus:) A creation of abnormal
  souls an evil place that grows the dark-
  ness of the abyss knows a creation of thee.
  beyond the unknown life? Now take a trip
  with me to a world of insanity where no
  souls could live. Where no souls could
  rest the echoes of tormention. Rips so
  psychic wounds into your mind. The lon-
  ger we go. (repeat chorus) Go... Ia...