Vanity Fair

The clinking of coins shattered the silence of centuries,
Masks are torn off, greed steps into the light.
Everyone here is ready to sell their honor,
For a fake crown and an empty ticket.
Sweet whispers promise mountains of gold,
But the entrance fee is triple the price.
Blind thieves reach out for wealth,
Forgetting that they are burning in fire.


Do you hear the pounding hooves in the labyrinth of lies?
Here they trade a soul for a single coin.
If you want to play, bind your life
To this eternal theater where darkness rules!

Припев
The Vanity Fair beckons the eye!
Crooked mirrors dictate the role.
Pride for sale, a blind disgrace,
Where yesterday's slave is the brand new king!
Vanity Fair, a feast of shadows!
The light of fake stars blinds the mind.
There is no end or edge to the madness of days,
An endless noise resounds in the head!


The silk of illusions has cloaked the crowd of fools,
Fortune’s favorites march to the scaffold's wood.
In this circus of sin, no creators are found,
Only an empty, spectacle-hungry brood.
He who swore his love, betrays for a cent,
Plunging steel into the backs of blood brothers.
Every step in the arena hides a lie,
And no one pities the shattered hopes.


Do you hear the pounding hooves in the labyrinth of lies?
Here they trade a soul for a single coin.
If you want to play, bind your life
To this eternal theater where darkness rules!

Припев
The Vanity Fair beckons the eye!
Crooked mirrors dictate the role.
Pride for sale, a blind disgrace,
Where yesterday's slave is the brand new king!




The flame of the candles trembles in the wind,
The cards are dealt, the bets are placed anew.
Someone today is going to lose the game,
Trading their faith and blood for coins...
 AND BLOOD!

Припев
The Vanity Fair beckons the eye!
Crooked mirrors dictate the role.
Pride for sale, a blind disgrace,
Where yesterday's slave is the brand new king!


Feast of shadows! Feast of shadows!
Take your crown...
And burn in the fire!