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My apocalyptical dream of a man behind a mask

A vision, delusion, a hallucination,

a something that led me astray

I have stared in a place in a "never-been time"

I saw his feather is spinous, injecting a virus,

his mission will come to an end

When we dance with the dead

Sweet and feral liaison

Facing pestilence scenes

in my mirror of dreams

On the day when the sun disappears,

then I see the lights in a city of angels

Dehumanized toys dropping dead

with a strange manufacturing vice

They still live in fear of the old puppeteer

He's the beast in a white panoply

With my stereoscope, I saw pictures of death

Watching "War of the Worlds"

on the screen in my head

On the day when the sun disappears,

then I see the lights in a city of angels

And we're watching a downfalling star

It reflects in a river of tears

on the day when the sun disappears

On the day when the sun disappears,

then I see the lights in a city of angels

And we're watching a downfalling star

It reflects in a river of tears

on the day when the sun disappears