We all live in entirely mechanized universe... Being a cog-wheel we just remain a premature dead dream of existence Deprived of all passions Deprived of all visions We are becoming creatures unable to think, unable to feel and experience Intoxicated with devilish wrath we are having a dream of drinking a blood Blood flowing down from the swords of religions, of mankind addicted to all superstitions And You? face the world of imagination And You? face the world of mass devastation And You? do not be afraid of transformation And You? throw off the mask of plastic intentions Passing by streets drowned in a twilight seeing the whores of laughter and sadness Walking around and drinking the moonlight looking for victims to fulfill your madness Their cry is a sweet melody, pure, shameless form of Your satisfaction For ages of lies, false smiles and enslavement close up Your thoughts in eternal lament Liberation Demoralization Transformation Mistification Unfortunately, the chalice is empty Would You please be so kind and gently prepare Your throats?