Our world is constantly balancing on shaky poles
Humanity in the second from a nervous breakdown
Pillars of justice, adequacy criteria
Were recognized by frank psychopaths
Perverted thoughts, nurtured from bastard seed
Imaginary freedom - to wash someone else's blood
Feel thousands of deaths and curses on yourself
Behold! Here is your vengeful spirit in the flesh
Cowardice makes punishment even harder for you
The crowd yells! Jubilant cheers and looks around:
"Bastard! You must die! Pay life for life!" (вот здесь хором)
Feel thousands of deaths and curses on yourself
Hear breath behind the door. This is the last thing you can hear
When needles pierce you
Waves of blood wash your feet
The tide, waters rise like a scarlet curtain
Feel thousands of deaths and curses on yourself
Hear breath behind the door. This is the last thing you can hear