Second verse:
…multiply
Mark these ambitions with a symbol of an eye
Vision black remain
And will never stop
The future hangs on the «option smile»
[Either no words and just that chaotic sound
Effect or some woirds we will NEVER be able to know]
Pay the ferryman, ignore the price
As you stare into a matrix of lies
The abyss will never look back
Of horror, and the black shawls