My used ignorance - in an instant
Was shaken by the demon's hand,
And he combined my poor existence

With his existence to the end.
His evil eyes became my own,
I gain poor treasure of the worlds,

My heart was beating in a tone
With indistinguishable words.


I'd looked at all with look that's clear,
And I was shocked by what I'd seen;
Whether such world could once appear

As great and beautiful to me?

What, a young dreamer, looked you for

In such a world, with utter fervour,
For whom, with all your heart before,
You were not shamed to pray forever?

And I looked at the people, else:
The 'judges' of the lowest level -
So cruel, lofty, biased, base -

The fools that always drift to evil.

Before these ever - frightened hosts,

So vain, and cold, and full of vengeance,
The voice of truth is simply lost,
And helpless - knowledge of the ages.


You're right, the ever-witty nations,
A call for freedom is asleep!

Herds needn't freedom's innovations,
They have to be just cut and stripped,


Herds needn't freedom's innovations,
They have to be just cut and stripped,
Their heritage for generations -

The yoke with joker's bells and whip.