Do not cry for your moan just incites me
and the pain is not the purpose of my act.
Even if I am the one who'll commit the crime
the hands that tears you apart are not mine.
Through pain, fear and horror,
through slow passing hours you bled.
A minute after minute, a moment after another
just waiting for the death.
...euphoria of ardor...
(For a second I may have awoken,
but at that very moment the power was taken over again...)
I want you to see the fate of one before yourself
and to live every second until it will end.
Can you see who I am?
Through pain, fear and horror,
through slow passing hours you bled.
A minute after minute, a moment after another
just waiting for the death.
and the pain is not the purpose of my act.
Even if I am the one who'll commit the crime
the hands that tears you apart are not mine.
Through pain, fear and horror,
through slow passing hours you bled.
A minute after minute, a moment after another
just waiting for the death.
...euphoria of ardor...
(For a second I may have awoken,
but at that very moment the power was taken over again...)
I want you to see the fate of one before yourself
and to live every second until it will end.
Can you see who I am?
Through pain, fear and horror,
through slow passing hours you bled.
A minute after minute, a moment after another
just waiting for the death.