We are alone
Blind prophets
In a world where the sun
Gives only burns
In a world where the truth
Is considered a poison
And no-one
Needs help here
Barefoot on the blades of the knives
Dance, dance, dance
And kiss your pain
On the scarlet lips
Here, where the silence
Hides despair
Silent wanderers
Hide their pain in the dance
Morals, prohibitions,
Laws, covenants
Will cover the dead Ego
With snow
Barefoot on the blades of the knives
Dance, dance, dance
And kiss your pain
On the scarlet lips