The Spider's Thread کے بول

In total darkness, slime is the air that i breathe The stifled choking of sinners is all that i hear Forever drowning, clawing for life in a bloody sea But after ages, i feel something new to be near A thread in the blackness above! I start the climbing, pulling myself up the thread Unto the heavens, hand over hand to a great salvation Up many miles, the mountain of needles is small down below My arms grow tired, ascending the silk to escape damnation Looking down, i see a line A thousand sinners close behind Return to hell This thread is mine! (snap) Oh! can i ever hope to recover? Back into the sea The heaving depths of my misery No! can i hope again to discover A thread to set me free To end the torture of history?