Текст песни Lost

Echoes of the black beast's roar

Fusion of blood and water

Industrial changes pulse

The black in eyes

The pins in veins

Parody of love

Comedy in the lost century

At a tail of the meaningless comet

Cold eyes of icons

As dreadful as all the darkest demons

Shackles of grief

Chains of would-be freedom

Game of masculine
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Game of lust

Unrest, emptiness

Glowing flower, the Moon and the stellar fields,

Though with no respect to that magic harmony

Pompous entry in future

Suppression, abstraction

Cold fingers of tomorrow

Stiff emotions

Refusal of the deeper sights

Into our souls

Needles tongue

Escape, entrance

Message to the world... lost.