Blondness and dirt lie to the score,
It will be satisfied with all the bloodstream I want
The goats of the herd are moving,
Life is so stupid, from the case of the case.
Fear of emptiness, the pain of loneliness,
Persons are empty in anticipation of prophecy,
New dawn - only illusion,
Time plays fate.
Shivering and cold, as if death is close, heaven threaten the war,
Once again, the fool is driving everything in hell of one crowd,
No prophet, no origins,
There is no place to have a lively moisture,
Although crazy - some songs,
And the dust of the dust is long our way.
Etc:
This world is emptiness
Masquerade Soul and Body.
Beauty died,
Wedge is scored on black - white.
From the rut, do not let the loss of Lord
My eyes see starfish.
On bolts I'm not destined to pass,
But I was there, not a novelty of the path.
Muddy night, bitter new moon,
From home, I will go away in a purely field.
There I will become in humility
As if he was getting off the way.
And dancing in the dance of evil, breaking away by the wind, laying the walls,
Maybe I will burn the duck in it, or pain to blow up veins,
Cursed Be this way
In the soul again the rain cleared on tears.
But everything will pass, led away,
And I am in zloty dew.
Etc:
I believe I will be born, again the Prophet,
His father will give his staff.
The prodigal son falls at the feet,
And I am in zloty dew.
The last battle will determine the moment
Everyone will answer for his suicide cry.
Right masks with distorted persons,
And he will show true his face.
The Prophet is born to rescue everything
And he will retreat when the light is heard.
Here Masquerade rules Satan,
And with you with you life is given alone.