Hunter - Żniwiarze umysłów

A man without a face stepped down among us
Awakening the hope in those who were doing badly
We, striken deaf from clapping, have been drinking the blood
from his mouth BECAUSE HE HAD A DREAM...

The mower without a face pointed at a new crop
A nation moved to tears collected a harvest of evil
He spoke that he see clearly how near the purpose is
Because he had a dream... A DREAM!
No one lost his hope – in silly words
Insane chant – emited from our mouth
The day was expected to come, and our new world as well

Our new world...
Where the blood and tears will fade away like reminiscence...

Suddenly someone stood up quickly
Wanted to find in the sea of words strange sense of his faith
Has been given a looking-glass – HAD NO FACE!
Being shaken and terrified... THEN LEFT INTO THE DARK...

No one lost his hope – in silly words
Insane chant – emited from our mouth
AND THE DAY HAS COME! And our new world as well...

Our new world
AND BLOOD AND TEARS HAVE ADDED A COLOUR TO FLAGS!
Our new paradise...
A false god has marked a purpose – For MADMAN!

People without faces keep stepping down among us
Awakening the hope in those, who STILL ARE DOING BADLY
WE KEEP DRINKING UP THE BLOOD, STRIKEN DEAF
FROM CLAPPING
BECAUSE ONE HAD A DREAM... A DREAM!

NO ONE WILL LOSE HIS HOPE – IN SILLY WORDS
INSANE CHANT – EMITED FROM OUR MOUTH
TO MAKE THE DAY COME
AND OUR NEW WORLD AS WELL!

AGAIN SOMEONE STOOD UP QUICKLY...
Wanted to find in the sea of words strange sense of his faith
Has been given a looking-glass – HAD NO FACE!
Being shaken and terrified...
THEN LEFT INTO THE DARK...