Man's old curse - the lust for power Consumes the weak like an infection Toying with forces they can't comprehend Their despicable minds never see the deception A masquerade and a carnival of fools Dreaming of diabolical powers They will never learn the source of the true infernal spring With eyes of the night I'm staring inside the heart of the serpent Though it's always disguised I can almost reach the flame Turn away from the heavens, the truth is closer to grasp Forget the dreams of afterlife, The day is here and it's fleeting fast A masquerade and a carnival of fools Dreaming of God's salvation They will waste their lives Never seeing the supreme divinity With eyes of the night I'm staring inside the heart of the serpent Though it's always disguised I can almost reach the flame With my eyes of the night Getting used to the light, Seeing now what I've never seen before, I can only smile knowing I still cannot find a way to reach what I'm holding inside