In a red sunny day
they walk leaving their road
rolls of heavy steel animals,
driven from work by thirst
in the sand storm,
the deceitful family advances
bewitching elegant magicians,
mister, you sell lies and death

I see your future in my sphere
I see the path, that walks in your hand

with them alone, it [bad word] invisible
with them alone, I promise I give you the sky

this drink tastes of death,
and has the flavour of the lie
how much does it want pay for it,
soon they are going to an end
I want to [bad word] strong,
I wanna steer wheel
now the death circus is distant,
but it's closer to [bad word]