People surrounded me, nevertheless I can't find some happiness,
Cause my intoxication is full with darkness and satanic power.

Oh what a past! Oh what a perception! Oh what a delusion!

Why do you slip away every single ritual
That has enclosed you with mother earth?
Why do you do things against nature,
When you say that you believe in pagan hearts?

This is not a Utopia, look and see how and who we are!
This is not a Utopia, look and see how and who we are!

People have been left behind me, nevertheless I can find some happiness,
Cause my arms have much aspiration, but does the rest of my body feel free?

This is not a Utopia, look and see how and who we are!
This is not a Utopia, look and see how and who I am!

And the rest that remains is that you can hear and see,
The enchanted females wait for you and bleed.
See that the alternative is lost, lost in the new meaning of Pagan Art.