Letra da Música: The Truth Appears - Hamlet

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!"