The subterranean demons are flying with the wind
The Moon of the desert is burning my skin
Some howling sounds are uttered by the night
The spirits of the battlers are making their flight... to Hell
And I'm dragging along under that endless sky
And I'm running against the cliffs and the rocks
I'm still alive and praised among the kites
But I'm blamed and dead among the hawks... in Heaven
So I'm standing alone under that endless sky
And I'm praying the God: "Why could I never fly?
And I'm just like a spirit, and I have no soul..."
And I could hear the answer and the answer was: "Go... to Hell"

The part of my mind
Is not under control
I feel time by time
That I'm loosing my soul
I see day by day
The crack in my heart
That's one of the ways
To Devil from God
My Heaven is lost
I am really mad
I feel like the ghost
My soul is dead
I feel day and night
A Wolf in my brain
My howling guide
Controls that sweet pain
I am not the host 
In my own world
And my Universe
Is dying of cold
I'm so sick and tired
Of that damned role
I feel I could die
Or fall in that hole...

The four winds are flying around the world -
They're hanging around or just rushing through,
But they will confirm, I can give you my word,
That nothing compares to you!
The sky is so clear and no cloud flies,
It's deep and so heavenly blue;
It can't be so blue as your wonderful eyes
'Cause nothing compares to you!
The people are saying that only sun
Is glittering, but that's not true:
I'm really sure that you are the one
And nothing compares to you!

My mind is in the darkness
My eyes are too blind
So I'll say to the luckless
"Don't f..k my mind"
My heart lies in the ruins
But it was my guide
So I'll say to the cruels
"Don't f..k my mind"
A cup of my patience
Is measured by time
"So Demons and Angels
Don't f..k my mind"

Last rays have died away,
It's growing ruther dark:
Youll hardly find your way
Among the early dusk.
You know that it's too late,
It's suicide to go,
But stop to hesitate
And follow your road!
Gray shadows of the wood
Are covering your way;
The leash from devil's brood
Convokes you to stay,
Their party has begun,            "Stranger, you are tired,
The Moon flies over cliffs,       Lay and see your dream.
It's light is lost among          Nothing is denied
The tops of gloomy trees.         Here, but any beam..."
Blue whispers of the sorrow
Are dreaming 'bout the love
And now your heart is hollow
But it is deep enough...
Will-o'-the-wisps are playing     The ancient graveyard stones
Are dancing in the mist,          Make you growing dumb.
The fallen souls are praying      Tombs and faded bones
To their mournful beast.          Set you to be numb.
You know that you'll be lured
So try to go away
While you are so pure
And you are not forced to stay.
You hear a sudden splash          Voices of the trees
And than a young girl's cry,      Will sing to you their song
But may be it's a mesh            'bout the mermaids kiss
And noone wants to die.           And the devil's horn.
You're running 'cross the glade
To help the crying girl,
But you see the mermaid,
She's played that wipping role:
Her laughts you just can hear...  It is hard for stranger
And now you're drowing in         To move across that haze - 
And certain road is near -        Everywhere the danger
So you should try to lean.        Can meet you face to face.
Your luck gives you a chance
And now you have a plan,
Somehow you've reached the stams,
So step your road again.
You're tramping through the fog,
And noone knows what else
You'll see on damned bog
And what 'll be true or false...

Sunrise is swimming out
The crimson sea that's full of fire,
It's touching the nearby clouds
And climbing up higher,
It's coloring the seaside.
The shore is sleepy, awaking slowly
Of dreams that have been sent by deep night,
It feels again so lonely.

Hey, man, just look down
You'll see the underground
Of your crazy soul
That's loosing control
And that noisy sound
That's hanging around
That's turning your brain
And links like the chain
It cries like the daughter
It flows like the water
And burns like the flame
And making insane...

You are drawing with the fire
All your secrets and desires,
You are painting on the water
Them and all that you have got to... 
Burning lines on flowing paper - 
May be it's an useless labor:
They are melting like the snow
And only their ash will flow. 	
All your dreams are just this ash	
And they only have to crash!