The new heaven has been built from the power of whirling hellish flames by united hate of cleansed
Sufferers and tortured martyrs
Fruits of our hearts slay us like
A poisoned apple in the forest of black hands
There can't be such clean and vicious
Things without these muses
I want to breathe smoke
I didn't know how hard is to be a real boy
Now I see everyone is a carved wooden doll
Our noses just won't grow when our lies are told
I'd like to set my human being on fire
Burn myself on a funeral pyre and from ashes left over
I shall rise to live another circle of years alive
The new heaven has been rising
In scarlet and gold I am shining