Land without happyness,
land without any success,
land without man at all,
land with only bloody mass.

I can't walk on bloody land,
I can't walk through the dark.
Everyone,who walk here
has it's own special mark.

Here you can see the man with a round
on his head,which weight one pound,
there you can recognize
the man,who sold it's own wise.

I can't explain what I'am feeling,
I don't know what I'am at all,
I can't tell you even meaning
of my own little soul.

Nobody can here heal,
everyone in power of darkness,
people here can only kill
in the mouth of own madness.

I can't tell you nothing else more
about this unreal land,
and that is why I think it is,
it is the chorus secret end.