Entangled in the world of illusions we create

Like a parasite, like a poison hidden deep inside

Possession as an essence

(Absorb! Devour! It's a drug!

It's death in a mindless delight)

Bored, lonely and greedy

We wouldn't make it without desires

But when everything is gone

(Emptiness will wail for drops

Madness that will come out of oceans)

On scorched ground spilled with salt and grief

New beginning will come just for a while

So that makes the circle complеte

And alongside I leavе

Filled with hope for a new time

The circle's complete [6x]