Walking slowly on that winter morning,
You remember the days
When the silence was not there,
And now it's always the same.
Getting more satisfaction,
Women, narcotics, blood and pain,
But it is only the way you get
To close your eyes in front of reality.

This false reality of blinding light,
By denying your wishes
Trading it for desparation.
Now the time of rising has come
Your choice is the final act
To the end of this bloody nightmare!

Burnt in eternal truth
The lie can be beautiful,
The lie can be pleasure,
The lie can save you, but it's a lie yet!
It's a lie yet! It's a lie yet!
It's a lie yet! Burn it down!

You can hear the whispering voices,
You can see the mist separating you,
You can feel the darkness power,
Could you make it real?
Become that, become the duality,
Choose the path of disgrace
Taking the power in desperation
Useless child of false salvation!