| In a red sunny day | |
| They walk leaving their road | |
| Rolls of heavy steel animals, | |
| Driven from work by thirst | |
| In the sand storm, | |
| The deceitful family advances | |
| Bewitching elegant magicians, | |
| Mister, you sell lies and death | |
| I see your future in my sphere | |
| I see the path, that walks in your hand | |
| With them alone, it becomes invisible | |
| With them alone, I promise I give you the sky | |
| This drink tastes of death, | |
| And has the flavour of the lie | |
| How much does it want pay for it, | |
| Soon they are going to an end | |
| I want to become strong, | |
| I wanna steer wheel | |
| Now the death circus is distant, | |
| But it's closer to hell |