We are lonely blind  prophets
In the world where the sun can only burn
In the world, where [bad word] is considered to be a poison
And nobody needs your help

Barefoot on knife blades
Dance, dance, dance,
And his pain
The red lips kiss.

Here, where silence covers despair
Dumb wanderers hide their pain behind the dance
Morals, laws, bans and covenants
Will cover dead Ego with the snow

Barefoot on knife blades
Dance, dance, dance,
And his pain
The red lips kiss.