When will you see the burning eyes? When will you feel the power of fire? Have you forgotten hurts and lies bleeding for stately aim? Never dies... cry of insanity When will you know the fool and the blind? When will you wake the power of mountains? Sickness of body, nails in mind The eulogy stained with gore Suicide... cry of insanity In the name of good they burn your eyes and take your soul Quench your fire, break desire, turn you to a hole Termination, expiration, scar inside my brain There will be a day when I will wake, so keep me sane! Fire-up and they will be a poisoned drop in sea I can only win, I live in sin, so follow me Fine illusion for the chosen: “freedom is my law“ Be in heaven, wane, forever pious… We say no!