With words of scar, he spent his cage.
In the shadows of betrayed, he sells his faith.
But he needs his mask, let's test our soul.
In the world of animators,
he plays his role.
A sorry figure with violent intentions.
In his perversions, he fights no repression.
A master of mansion,
but a demon in disguise.
He slurs your tend,
by this he's for lies.
With words of scar,
he spent his cage.
In the shadows of betrayed, he sells his faith.
But he needs his mask,
let's test our soul.
In the world of animators,
he plays his role.
A shiny world of art,
she's well-prepared.
In the trash, he
sells his pie.
So let us rise above,
his famous tongue.
In the realm of mansion,
our voice sung.
For in our unity,
we find our strength.
In the fate of party,
our unity remains.
And in the beauty of art,
we will go to any life.
For in our unity,
we find our strength.
With words of love,
we break the chains.
In the face of heart,
our unity remains.
In the colors of creation, we run and roam.
For in the realm of animal shares,
we find our home in the face of heart.
Our unity remains.
So let us stand tall, against the projectile.
In the world of emotion,
our spirit's flown high.
For in the end, it's art
that will shine.
For in the end, it's art that will shine.
For in the end, it's art that will shine.