It was only a carefully crafted illusion, under witches’ guise thrown
The lepers’ clothes that were worn to thread by those of black soul
Never reached the heat of fire, but were used by our very own
To conquer the armies of our most feared enemy, destroy them whole
Let us kill those whom we consider to be our most dangerous enemy
Why should we make ourselves believe it is not out of sheer fear
We walk to the edges of the world, sail over river, ocean and sea
But no matter where we go, it seems our enemy is never near
Even clouds are only a veil, concealing the drops that are about to rain
And the rain a shroud that limits our vision, but it doesn’t matter as we are blind
We’ll drown ourselves in discontent feelings and luxurious champagne
Our own fear is the long-sought enemy, yet we kill only the mind
Can you hear the lament of the soul, singing about its own death
That harmonious delicate composition inside of you, crying to be heard
It will be our own back-stabbing fear that silently steals our last breath
And our loved ones hear nothing, because we can’t utter a last word