| Lonely red cross | |
| Submerged in the scarlet darkness | |
| By the base two naked bodies | |
| Kept without move, like statues | |
| In pose full of perversion, silent, dead? | |
| My children, my screams are getting silent | |
| It horrible beauty of your end | |
| Sating my hate, it's my food | |
| Cyclones of extreme feelings, destruction | |
| Will slowly lick up your fear | |
| I'm looking on the scene beside the cross | |
| Pain is the past, time doesn't exist, | |
| Immovable bodies before, are begining they dance | |
| Incomprehensible pose, hypnotic moves | |
| I'm smiling, | |
| I see harassment of a corpse on the cross | |
| To step back, to forget, to don't think | |
| It's not a dream, not reality | |
| Hate and his desire - like a hunger | |
| Touch me and | |
| I'll push you to the abyss | |
| You are going to sink in the liquid river of lava | |
| Immoral, unethical, empty laugh | |
| Rises and sweeps over me | |
| Theatre of the naked truth shadows | |
| Immovable bodies, corpses | |
| Dead body's love, awful perversion | |
| Red lonely cross, dead silence |