1.  I was born
    dead on arrival
    to this world
    we share.
    Miss Adventure
    was the verdict,
    I was caught in
    her lethal snare.

    It's passingly strange,
    to pass so strangely--
    Still I hope
    there's hope for me--
    On the far side of
    this Mystery--

2.  My eyes are
    full of shadows,
    and my heart's,
    freshly slain,
    a victim of
    my desires,
    far away from
    anywhere sane.

    It's passingly strange,
    to pass so strangely--
    Still I hope
    there's hope for me--
    On the far side of
    this Mystery--
 
(cres.)
   Like a star escaping
    a borrowed grave,
    my spirit fans
    its wings. 
    I arise
    from Death's altar,
    into the light
    of another dream

    It's passingly strange,
    to pass so strangely--
    Still I hope
    there's hope for me--
    On the far side of
    this Mystery.