A sharp blade is disguised by an elegant curtain
Devil’s large hand corrupts with false beauty
and all the sheeps stupidly bite the lure of envy
Is a mirror vanity’s mask?
They vainly search it deep within the glass…
Can’t you hear our muted screams?
We want a key to confront this social sorcery
Disease fills the air…where are the cure streams?
Dead end … vanity has poisoned the essence of purity
Welcome to the world where friends are hypocrites!
A keen blade is behind an elegant curtain
Vile temptations rise upon the land
and sheeps lick the feet of a thousand attractive lies
Is a mirror vanity’s mask?
They vainly search it deep within the glass…
Hellish perfumes — a beast in the mind
Begins a war between mankind and the soul
of a nightly enchantress in a faded, yet nice dress
The wrath from above will end your «perfect crime»
You want to reach the sun, to challenge the winds?
To enter in a race no one can win?
-Harmful instincts, vicious healings —
All control lost in this cruel, cold sin
The enemy lies in this voracious spirit
protected by the sphere of consciousness
I anticipate an hecatomb
Only the strong deals with pain
But beyond death, they may reign