A closed circle... Cabinet of confined fears Regime of Euthanasia behind iron barred doors Without sense for perspective and direction All-seing facets are tracing my steps
When the Iron Night falls over and all roads lead to void When each dead angle conceals an enemy and the paralysed flocks grasp for despair
From the prime mover's theatre subjected to sadistic, cold analysis Shallow souls, the staged reality On hold till the final curtain falls
The diametrical opposite of life stands clear to me, as in a revelation Sprung out from an inner singularity Murderous and Brilliant
When the barricades breach, as the hand takes over the will and the knife jams into your life When I see the Death Struggle in your eyes are we no longer strangers, you and ITeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
