Hidden in the shadow of the past And lurking in the silhouette of the future Existing with one and single aim To arrange our fates and lives
Consumer of innocence Consumer of souls Consumer of happiness Consumer of our thoughts
He is a partner of death Standing like a carnivorous vampire Smiling greedily at the human failure A product of his grim activity
Arranged as mechanisms in a clock A chain of clean perfection The suffering of others is his food He is a tumor in the flesh of society Coming like a friend Striving for your trust At once he will enslave you Craving for your soul
