Blank mind, empty soul, empty flask to become a potion of servitude … … gratitude, submissiveness to the stronger by age Blue open eyes, expecting no lies to hear Grateful for love you give, expecting your wisdom but the purpose is clear The day you will find it out, the day when the smile will fade That day is near. Suppressing the natural, teaching the culture of man The words are pure magic, their power poisoning the air Happiness dying out, lowering the velvet veil, velvet veil over the realms of secrets Convention and pressure, I´ll make you to play this game In the name of my God and through your mind, my holy thoughts shall prevail … forever prevail Give me your soul, for my Lord is the whisperer I´ll make you forget and leave just a thoughtless hole Once you will cry again, not knowing the reason why A lurking depression crawls into your vacant soul