[Gabriel:]

Ah - Hugh !
Show me the way to he hallways below
Rome, I will be there
I've seen them burning in fire
They all bear too much to bear

[Elderane:]

Why don't you think of all those who [bad word] Don't you waste your life

[Gabriel:]

Don't you try show the way
Don't need 'good advice'

[Elderane:]

Cold hallways so old, a chalice of gold
guard as they say, paralyzed
Follow the cries from out of the blood
The wine in the cup

[Gabriel:]

Out of the wine, out of the chalice of agony [bad word] to Avantasia
Out of the wine, out of the chalice of agony [bad word] to Avantasia

[Gabriel:]

Regrin my friend we are passing the gate
Back into my world

[Regrin:]

I am afraid of the guard and I wish
Warnings had been heard

[Gabriel:]
 [bad word] to Rome, it's our mission
to make tortured spirits rest

[Regrin:]

Something's in here, oh I wish I could hide
from its staring eyes

[Gabriel:]

Cold hallways so old, a chalice of gold
And I feel a chill
Staring eyes, while I hear the cries
From out of the blood, the wine in the cup

Out of the wine, out of the chalice of agony [bad word] to Avantasia
Out of the wine, out of the chalice of agony [bad word] to Avantasia

[Solo: Henjo Richter]

No way out, we got [bad word] to the gate
No way out, for some of the souls it's too late
Jakob are you free

Out of the wine, out of the chalice of agony [bad word] to Avantasia
Out of the wine, out of the chalice of agony [bad word] to Avantasia