One million ways lay in front of you

And each way calls you to itself

One - pleasant for eye, another - press for body

Where? How do you go, it's up to you

Here's an open way, and the palace there

Everything you want - Paradise of God

As a butterfly you're flying to the light

But having flown up there, you will burn your wings!

You will fall down, straight into the dirt

Look around...

Around: black, stench and scum

In the dusty mirrors like ripples on the water

Reflection of you as a candle in the dark

Laughing above you dim light burns

Welcome to my kingdom! The hoarse voice shouts.

And in your brains as in rich kissel

There will be insight - your pain in a head

The demon spokes with you, you involved yet

Will not see no light nor pleasure

Remains only... A sin