In a red sunny day they walk leaving their road rolls of heavy steel animals, driven from work by thirst in the sand storm, the deceitful family advances bewitching elegant magicians, mister, you sell lies and death
I see your future in my sphere I see the path, that walks in your hand
with them alone, it becomes invisible with them alone, I promise I give you the sky
this drink tastes of death, and has the flavour of the lie how much does it want pay for it, soon they are going to an end I want to become strong, I wanna steer wheel now the death circus is distant, but it's closer to hell