Track no. 7 from LP "Last failure" 2009
Music: Piotr Niemczewski
Lyric: Miroslaw Harenda
A sweering laughter
Of sick mind
He delightas, in his evil art
As days pass, new victims come
Sick mind, feeds on them
Mad, terrified eyes
Begg for mercy
But soon
They' re covered with blood
Scars... on naked body
A work of art
Sick mind want' s more
Seized with passion
The hole world shall
Admire his art
It' s almost done
Just few more souls
Only few!!!
But he' s alone
In deserted room
Wearing metal crown
And he grives
Why no one
Understood his art
And the darkness sizes him
The artist has gone
