Being blind or build a shrine

To vanquish takes away without return

With chains you're bound

The best died last the looking glass

Exterminating and you might well find

It's just a matter of time



Around and around and around again

Around and around and around again



Two converse and two advance

Always wailing up the city's found

On solid ground

A broken tree, a bended knee

Forever or until the evolving night

Shall turn to clay



Chorus (x3)