Текст песни Медиана - Волан-де-Морт

Ancient magic of flesh, blood and dust
It worked, and a fire lit up in my eyes.
You know that love does not give strength, sugar does not
And salt and control. People are ruled by fear.
Now you are one and the judge, and the executioner, and the block.
You hold the fate-strings in your hands.

Again the hands are burning from the elbow to the wrist.
You tear your soul apart again
Feeling no more pain or passion.
You are high. Above all. You are in power.

Is happiness in the power? So scary to fall and
In the fall is all that I had to lose.
Those born to crawl cannot fly.