The show begins!

Good morning, day, evening, night—
What time of day is it here?
Dear listeners, hear me out,
but try not to lose your mind,
Because today's broadcast has everything
I love—which is,
of course, you,
Murder, blood, drama, tears,
and dreams that never came true!
Let's start with what happened yesterday,
right after the show,
Up there, I wandered till the morning,
through the outskirts of the world below.
Seemed like an ordinary day,
just another victim down,
But who could've guessed that this was where
the final curtain came down?
Just as I carried the body into the woods,
I heard the dogs begin to bark.
I'll be honest, I got a little
scared—but that's nothing, just a spark.
And then I don't remember what the
hell happened to me,
Only woke up here with a bullet hole
where my head should be.
Good thing I'd made a deal while I was still alive,
To make all my dreams come true—so,
Open Sesame!
And when they pointed their fingers and
called me "newbie" with a grin,
It was time to show them true power—and
teach their souls who's gonna win!

Let the orchestra shake the hall!
Let the brass shine bright!
I showed them nothing but a smile—
And the world decided to ignite.
Dance while the broadcast's on!
While the airwaves crack and roar.
I turned a nightmare feast
Into a show that runs till dawn!

Good evening, madam, you look absolutely divine.
I must admit, I envy those refined little features of thine.
Would you mind if I took a little walk with you?
So afterwards I could enjoy your guts, too!?
One mangy cat called me the Radio Demon—
Ha! What a charming name, gentlemen, don't you reckon?
Drunks... what can you expect from that kind?
Oh, everyone here is just like this?
Then perhaps I should take their lives?
Who the hell needs them? Hell's lowest-grade scum.
I'll make your dreams come true—
And you'll get the prize you damn well earned, when I'm done.
I'll grin from ear to ear, convert you to my creed,
Because drinking alcohol till morning
Is just an endless, pointless need!
Scum everywhere—some with bottles, some with knives,
Screaming that this Hell has been their home for all their lives.
—Monsieur, may I take your hand?
You inspire such confidence.
Such impeccable manners...
Almost a work of art in elegance.
Shall we take a stroll? Have a little conversation?
No need to rush, no need to fuss...
Just so, in a moment,
I can decorate your everlasting dreams for you!
These ones were looking for a fight—
I offered them some tea instead.
They thought, "What a fool has wandered in,"
What a funny demon—listen to him scream, they said!
But once that smile grew just a little wider on my face,
Their souls simply disappeared, dissolving without a trace.
One by one...
What a magnificent sight!
The rulers who yesterday seemed like the peaks of all the world,
Now only whisper quietly through the radio waves unfurled.
The whole of Hell was already whispering my name,
I guess I should've stayed buried in my grave!

Let the orchestra shake the hall!
Let the brass shine bright!
I showed them nothing but a smile—
And the world decided to ignite.
Dance while the broadcast's on!
While the airwaves crack and roar.
I turned a nightmare feast
Into a show that runs till dawn!

And now, dear listeners, we come to the final part
Of tonight's magnificent little program.
Surely you want to know the secret.
How do you stay on top without knowing hardship?
How do you make fear dance with you beneath the brass?
How do you simply keep smiling while your soul is burning to ash?
While your enemy is counting teeth—
You're already rewriting the rules.
While the crowd argues over strength—
You're turning strength into a show for fools.
While everyone searches for a crown—
You become the airwaves,
The signal that will outlive any crown
And take possession of this world!
Yes, every gift comes with a price.
Yes, every contract must be fulfilled in full, no lies.
Even the loudest fanfares
Can never drown out a promise.
But is that any reason to end the concert?
Absolutely not!
And for our farewell...
Orchestra—louder!
Double bass—faster!
Trumpets—higher and stronger!
Let this insane world spin and dance,
While the hands of the clock still move,
And haven't stopped dead without a chance!
The broadcast is over?
What a delightful joke.
A real broadcast never ends,
Not even for a single second.
The moment someone tunes in
To the proper wave...
I'm already there.
Standing right before you,
With that same unchanging smile.
A brand-new number,
Another story,
One that will inevitably end
With applause,
Screams,
And pain...
Beneath the strangest melodies.

Let the orchestra shake the hall!
Let the brass shine bright!
I showed them nothing but a smile—
And the world decided to ignite.
Dance while the broadcast's on!
While the airwaves crack and roar.
I turned a nightmare feast
Into a show that runs till dawn!