Текст песни 7 Раса - первый круг ада.

Freedom myth, system of law
Your kindness won't last until the morning.
So many years waiting for me so faithfully
Your pale slabs are ice

And in the kingdom of the dead there are traces of the living.

Standing up, you will not leave me here with anything.
Standing up, you will let me break out of these elastic walls,
Where I love everyone again, I am free again.
There I will no longer die with a needle in my hand in the height of summer.

I have left to do
A pointless step, a painful look.
Mine will never forgive me.
So many years tired of calling and singing
Your eternal pipes are copper.

And in the kingdom of the dead there are traces of the living.

Get up and leave me nothing here
Standing up, you will let me break out of these elastic walls,
Where I love everyone again, I am free again.
There I will no longer die with a needle in my hand in the height of summer.

The kindest, most responsive
ridicule and pain will eventually be the reward.
Sometimes it seems to me that life on earth is
it's just the first circle of hell.