THEIR FACES ARE PALE, WHITE LIKE CLOUDS 
DON'T YOU PERCEIVE MY DOUBTS 
BURNING ON MY SKIN, BURNING HOT STONES 
LIKE THE INVISIBLE DISEASE 
IT'LL EVEN REACH YOUR HOME 
WITH A CROSS IN YOUR HANDS 
YOU PRAY CEREMONIAL 
(FOR ALL YOUR LOST FRIENDS) CEREMONIAL 
IN THE HALL OF DEFENSE YOU LAY ON THE FLOOR 
IN THE HALL OF CREDENCE YOU'RE LOOKING TO THE DOOR 
„HEY MAN RETURN TO DUST 
NOXIOUS SECRETS 
I CAN SEE THIS MAN BEHIND IRON BARS 
HIS ARM IS TATTOOED WITH A SMALL RED STAR 
HE HAS THE SCEPTRE, THE SCEPTRE OF UNIVERSE 
HIS BODY STARTS TO SMELL LIKE FRESH WET EARTH 
„HEY MAN YOU ARE GUILTY FOR YOUR OWN DEATH 
AND OF ALL THE OTHER 100.000 INNOCENTS, 
WHY DID YOU NOTHING AGAINST THE HARMFUL WASTE 
YOU MADE THE SECRET OF THE NOXIOUS WASTE“ 
NOXIOUS SECRETS 
WE CAN'T FEEL IT 
WE CAN'T HEAR IT 
WE CAN'T SEE IT 
WE CAN'T SMELL IT ...