All beasts suffer non-stop
We mourn our sorrows in silence
All the horrors that fall upon me
I sing them and transform them into kindness
I can't help but do the damage and then
My heart breaks into a thousand pieces
My soul is a house where love lives
And the deepest fantasies of terror
The question is, 'How do you think it can be fixed?
A world where everyone is right?'
The answer is that the beauties of spirit will also fall
The search and the absence of meaning
Armies of Good and Evil Advance
The question is: How do you think it can be fixed?
A world where everyone is right?
If you ask me what I want to sing
It is the song of the beasts
It's very cold and no one can rest
The future is nothing but a great desert
The beasts gather in the streets to drink
The remains of what was a great city
The question is, 'How do you think it can be fixed?
A world where everyone is right?'
If you ask me what I want to sing
It is the song of the beasts
All beasts suffer non-stop
We mourn our sorrows in silence