The Spider's Thread - Pharaoh (фараон)
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
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
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
Oh  Can I ever hope to recover
Back into the sea
The heaving depths of my misery
No  Can I hope again to discover