كلمات The Truth Appears

Cursed villain, vile vulture Even the worst carrion thou do not deserve And thou, my lady, thou hast angel eyes And lips full of treason, Like an old snake The skies laugh and allow these faults Puppets in an imperfect world We art I'll write on the boards, A latent intention That will accompany thy betrayed brother I hope that the bitter Of my acid tears Corrodes thy soul if, as the other, it exist And my image shalt burn day after day, Night after night, like a demon of fire Remains of thy dignity Aborted at thy birth Rest in peace, condemned soul, I swear The same hand that killed thee Will give thee peace And thou shall has the chance To chase it in hell or In the vacuum that lies Between sky and earth Rest in peace, unlucky ghost In my brain, Mean thoughts won't exist Just the intention of doing my obligation And my noble heart Doth not pump blood anymore But count the seconds To do such condemnation "Doth anyone canst smile... Be a villain and smile? In Denmark, I know, this is true!"