The eye of twilight, give us light
Take my existence, and give us sight
Make our unholy power tears of night
Ravages the warm and fine-looking daylight

The spirit of the flame is the spirit of change

We are the dead, full of pride, maggots inside
We won't follow orders
And never surrender

We groan, we stirr, we all uprise
Nor spoke, nor move our eyes, unparalysed
It has been strange, even in a dream,
To have been seen those dead men rise, uncompromised

We are dying
No matter how hard you trying
There is no place left for our souls
Stop praying
No matter how much you crying
There is no place left in this world

Two little girls come out of the sun
The thunder uproars and there are none
When all masters turn to servants
Our works are done (lead guitar : sahery)