How many masks do I have? I don’t know!
Golden, Silver, Bronze and Steel
I even have several to cover my soul
Now no one can know how I feel

Wandered in hell, realm of darkness
Embraced by demons and witnessing all the sins.
When I met Satan, “All hail your highness”
I said while I secretly scorned his dirty skin.

Visited heaven, world of glory.
Danced with angels and sang freely.
“Pious child! Welcome to my territory! ”
But how can a friend of demons be godly?

Then I stood on the highest crest to mock people’s credulity.
Then I cried hysterically for the death of my real personality.