In this fucking sewer of broken dreams idols come as they go What hypocrisy practised in the name of humanity
All their gods and satans I harness as snow-white stallions of the chariot of my devotedness and my anger for that matter
Stained are my robes with the blood of the needy Yet I was the one who reacted and got myself here
Promised myself to Satan Heard the mockery of the impending fate and took it with me
How frail hope may be it still is far more existing as a feeling, a presence than your petty loveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.