You are an orthodox, you are invader
You're killing my estimate for you and the others
To quench your flesh, to stiffle the feeling
Escape from reality at the cost of me

No place for life
No place for death
It's a place for man

It is the world
Where live the rich
Where live the poor
It's not my world

Men without faces, earth withut sun
When all is said, when all is done
Cold of sorrow fades to nothingness
The truth and the lie, both in one grave
Their white bones mean human's end

You can scoff at me, but you scoff at yourself, too
I don't feel like for conversation
We don't understand each other
I don't understimate you, you don't understimate me

No place for life
No place for death
It's a place for man

I want to live in the inaccessable eerie
Where can not get the inhuman messenger
In the town full of men like you
You can abandon yourself in despair

It is the world
Where live the rich
Where live the poor
It's not my world