| Brother against brother, against you - me | |
| The distinction is blurred - between hell and paradise | |
| In the circle of prophecy future's hidden | |
| It stares straight at our faces | |
| Too much time is wasted, too much time passes away | |
| Too many chances are irretrievably lost | |
| Smothered cry hardens from the inside | |
| The sign - leaves an impression of memory again | |
| The taste of joy fades away, life feeds on death | |
| You say this is the course of nature - | |
| I know that! | |
| More and more blurred - the picture of reality | |
| I am confused | |
| Too much time is wasted, too much time passes away | |
| Too many chances are irretrievably lost | |
| Smothered cry hardens from the inside | |
| The sign - leaves an impression of memory again |