When moon looks down like yellow lemon,
I feel the warmth of flame; I'm demon.
But when the sun's above the land
I'm angel in the flesh of man.

I'm used to change my life each day,
'Cause I am not afraid of grave;
Tonight I'm flying like a raven,
In morning I will dream of heaven.

In dark my eyes become dark red;
Once looked in them you won't forget
The nightmares of eternal nights;
No one will hear your mindless cries.

But when bright morning light falls on
My face, I'm gonna be reborn,
And give the good to other people,
Forgetting nights of fear and Reaper.