(An Angel came to me and said: 'O pittable,
foolish young man! O horrible! O dreadful
state! Consider the hot, burning dungeon
thou art preparing for thyself to all
Eternity, to which thou art going in such career.')

What a nice symphony!
Where are you singing from?
I heard your voice -
Perhaps, your lips still speak these magic words:
"LET US DANCE!"

I'm looking for your place -
That godforsaken house
Far more than too long...
Ah...

I was knocking at your door -
I was sticking in your brain
Don't you sleep like a log -
Don't you hear as I am screaming?

The messenger of greed
Who's flying on the wings
He made of glass...
Ha...

You awoke 'cause you were born for the dance -
So let us dance
Dance right now...
And shake your bones
Everywhere as you'll be able...
There!

Bring your immortal soul over masquerade,
Dance and you'll be never searching for the answers.
Your life's just a fiction, just an endless dance...
Your days do bang so loud - Have you known them all?

Tell me what do you need for this sleepy waltz
Tell me what you'd like to see at the celebration?
You may do all of the things your daemon wants -
Dance - there's only one way for the folks and the nations.

I am your existence;
I am supposed lust for life
Have you never known me?
Didn't you guess who am I?

Do you really fear that all your might will fade away?
Wait until it will have done - this satanic masquerade.

"I'd like to buy and I'd like to sell -
There is my might to build and dwell -
That does give me all what I do need -
I'd like to buy and I'd like to build-a