The Enigma of Number Three

Reality, my one last escape
 I can't hid deep inside myself
 I close my eyes
 Try to cover my ears
 I'm obsessed
 No peace to be found
 Three churches with minarets
 On three hills, far away
 Every church has a bell
 Piercing chime
 Resonates in my head
 (Lead: Schalin)
 One for faith, holy faith
 Roars like hell
 One for hope, bloody hope
 One for love
 Tinkling fuck
 Optical delusions
 Unheard sounds
 Haunting me, why?
 These symbols I can't understand
 Or interpret
 I open my eyes
 To escape from this hell
 Although reality bites
 Reflection I can spare
 Three windmills now appear
 New visions but I don't care
 Two in spin and one is still
 Eyes now burn
 Sound intensified
 Eardrums blow
 Delirious delirium!
 (Lead: Schalin)
 He never solved the riddle
 Never tried
 Cursed to die!
 (Lead: Allenmark)
 Never reached
 The insight that I have
 Led to his demise
 So learn from this...
 If you are a stormy sea
 Hold the mill-sails
 If your soul is ground
 I prithee mark my words
 Your soul torn apart
 By the sound of the bells
 Misled by visions
 You will expire
 Concentrate, gather strength
 Don't let the chime
 Get to you or your soul
 If you're strong
 No mill can grind your soul
 Not even if you are
 A stormy sea