THEIR FACES ARE PALE, WHITE LIKE CLOUDS

DON'T YOU PERCEIVE MY DOUBTS

BURNING ON MY SKIN, BURNING HOT STONES

LIKE THE INVISIBLE DISEASE

IT'LL EVEN REACH YOUR HOME

WITH A CROSS IN YOUR HANDS

YOU PRAY CEREMONIAL

(FOR ALL YOUR LOST FRIENDS) CEREMONIAL

IN THE HALL OF DEFENSE YOU LAY ON THE FLOOR

IN THE HALL OF CREDENCE YOU'RE LOOKING TO THE DOOR

„HEY MAN RETURN TO DUST

NOXIOUS SECRETS

I CAN SEE THIS MAN BEHIND IRON BARS

HIS ARM IS TATTOOED WITH A SMALL RED STAR

HE HAS THE SCEPTRE, THE SCEPTRE OF UNIVERSE

HIS BODY STARTS TO SMELL LIKE FRESH WET EARTH

„HEY MAN YOU ARE GUILTY FOR YOUR OWN DEATH

AND OF ALL THE OTHER 100.000 INNOCENTS,

WHY DID YOU NOTHING AGAINST THE HARMFUL WASTE

YOU MADE THE SECRET OF THE NOXIOUS WASTE