Seized in claws of unmerciful torsions you're shocked, Look around, splattered culture by bile from stomach, Lost souls are going for a walk to a land of ugliness, God is absent, his salvation is powerless. [Lead: Tocha] Look at yourself, you are in vomits, it's a beautiful view, Yellow mixture on your mouth embelishes you, Dignity, appearance are full of sympathy, It's a fragment of your life, and of your pride. [Lead: Maly] Torsions-secret of life, Vomits-secret of pride. Your organism repeats regurgitation, Organs of digestion excrete bad smell. [Lead: Maly] In the blood mood identity dies, Torsions are increasing, the last remains of vomits. [Lead: Tocha]