The new heaven has been built from the power of whirling hellish flames by united hate of cleansed Sufferers and tortured martyrs Fruits of our hearts slay us like A poisoned apple in the forest of black hands There can't be such clean and vicious Things without these muses I want to breathe smoke I didn't know how hard is to be a real boy Now i see everyone is a carved wooden doll Our noses just won't grow when our lies are told I'd like to set my human being on fire Burn myself on a funeral pyre and from ashes left over I shall rise to live another circle of years alive The new heaven has been rising In scarlet and gold i am shining