Selling the soulless You sold your soul You sacrificed art Upon an altar of gold Raking the way so many took before Might bring you fame But sure makes you a whore Makes you a tool just a puppet on a string Human material for a whole industry Marching through the inferno For the vision in our heads Marching through the inferno Until the day we're dead For many years We've been working hard For the idea we had from the start Untrodden paths we still walk with pride With none but ourselves on our side Marching through the inferno For the vision in our heads Marching through the inferno Until the day we're dead Uar! Selling the soulless You sold your soul You sacrificed art Upon an altar of gold Not for the money not for the fame And we don't see this like you, as a game It is our lifestyle, it makes us be There's something about it you will never see Marching through the inferno For the vision in our heads Marching through the inferno Until the day we're dead It's a question of flavour, it's a matter of style It's the king of discussion that makes me go wild It's an endless, struggle against the bling mass And my decision remains: they can kiss my ass!