Paranoia has blossomed in maroon colors
The parallel Universe is at war.
A magnetic field of an uneven battle
Is approaching like a deadly wave.
If the black sun explodes
Everything will turn upside down in this life,
The world as we know it will cease to exist,
It will be gone for good.
A pathetic illusion of our freedom
Is ringing the bell revealing our worries
But the deceased Gods won't hear us
And won't help us.
In the vast night sky there are sources of light
Twinkling of stars - cigarette flames,
Planets begin the last parade,
And each of us will get a lucky token.
If the black sun explodes
Everything will turn upside down in this life,
The world as we know it will cease to exist,
It will be gone for good.
A pathetic illusion of our freedom
Is ringing the bell revealing our worries
But the deceased Gods won't hear us
And won't help us.