Whenever I gaze
in the deep dark of your eyes
our sorrow I can face
as a wall between the crowd
and our tears frozen.
Don't you feel yourselves alive
and close to me
when your pain I wanna share
and your despair?
The souls we'll give into the dark!
Will the apathy fall apart?
the speech:
Mankind! So pitiful you,
gave birth to my malice!
You told me grinning,
my holy dreams are children
of illness and illusions!
But you'll scream for mercy,
punished for the oblivion!
And your spiteful bliss
we will change with fear!
And we'll create new world
made of dreams!
All gods and lack of understanding
call the power of our hate!
She's a witch beautiful and mighty
more than Love and Death.
As a ghost of our malice
she will range the human souls.
It will unify in revelation silent
the aggression and despair.
