Текст песни Бойня Номер Пять - Потерянный рай

Paradise had long been blown up , and the god of someone killed
True story transformed into a myth , and the forgotten

To dream , shining in the distance,
Herds of people crawling in the dust

People are looking for a paradise lost

Death steals a herd , feeling joyful itching
Paduchest cattle grows every day , but still people are crawling

Dream sparkles and calls
Herds of people crawling forward

People are looking for a paradise lost

Dust has eyes , and everything was dry mouth
But the people stubbornly creeping , to stumble upon the void again

The dream did not fit into the landscape
Who is looking for a myth - find a mirage

People are looking for a paradise lost