Oh – unexpected – extreme – blaze.
Blinded my heart to black.
Illusions of primary reluctance.
Disappeared in flowers you sowed.

All that, what should be and had ever been.
Will never be the same as before my soul was torn.
By lullaby untold.

Why not to play with love and hate?
Seed of lust – you sowed in myself.
The claws of you – the music of mine.
Makes me to crash a stone at your heart.
My hands – they are love and hate.
My fists – are mouth of me.
So let me sing a lullaby for your soul.
Let me strike you in your face.
With both of them... in harmony.

A colour of your soul, a coulour of your face.
Need not to be hidden – your emotion's range.
We, children of the sin – each other bewitched.
The truth we sought, a lullaby untold.
It hurts like a fist in your face.
And leaves no trace... and leaves no trace.

All that, what should be and had ever been.
Will never be the same as before my soul was torn.
By lullaby untold.

And we'll play with love and hate no more...