Neither a bell sound nor a blare out of the shrine
The soul looks for a divine light, a ring in the azure
For werewolf the lion share
Sirens to seize control of the night
Great genius of Dr. Jekyll, the great trouble of the man for which priests cannot find a cure
Human being inclined for every extreme even to run the risk to be kicked out from the heaven
As much as foolhardy to accept to be executioner in order to be accepted as a heaven dweller
Inquisition Judges in their splendid robes
Drink of Absinthe provokes murders and gives the soul strength
Mass massacres are carried out in cold blood
That awful signal activated as soon as you step in the street
The insane, bisexuals, whores, all types of vixens, dumped, despised
Great execution is examined very carefully, the signalment, the soul, the life story
Underage girls hang themselves in the balcony
Police have their body armors, steel lungs belong to the state
Fame seems to be this makeshift scarecrow, the ghost of man costs more than life
Preventing them from claiming their dead bodies
The stamp even embarrassing the child
Private soldier committing suicide in the sentry post
He has though to prove his innocence
All inheritors fear this heavy bequest
A veil cannot hide this curve of disgrace on the face
Some ugly women are afraid of looking in the mirrors
Sentenced to death
The bad man in glory
Marches, sculptures
As soon as the dead is buried
The grave is unearthed because the folks have an appetite
The secrets commence their talks
The horror is disclosed in a whisper
The sacred armor of some families are pierced
And in the law of bourgeois, a refusal of heritage indicates a taboo
Translated by Mesut Senol