В колонках играет - Marilyn Manson - Redeemer

The thirtieth storey of glass donjon
Obscured room of dove-eyed Eve
I look from outside on the lone one
The one, whose dream is so naive

She lays on crumpled, silky bed-sheets
Midnight forced her to fall asleep
My tongue licks off the rimy bits
From glass, through which I wish peep

She breathes pale, wormwood air
On tender palms of turquoise bed
I smell it too, I'm also there
I put my whisper in her head

I push myself through cold obstruction
Such limpid walls couldn't ever stop me
I can't and won't hold my seduction
Among the ones, whose truth is mockly

She is the child of bad time
The outsider with soul fever
She feels on neck small bits of rime
At last, here, now, I'm her redeemer