The lack of the ability of understanding
Voices, voices, tearing through the soul
Restless dreams, destiny that must be done
Hopeless, with fire we must fight
This endless emptiness
Pathetic calls for help
No one can stop it
The prince of the existence
His axe has cut through the infusion
That has fed the elder roots of wisdom
What would you do without
This narrow shell that hooks us?
With clear signs it's whisper it's own doom
A morbid truth that's lying awake
In the back of our mind
Don't be afraid
Thе price must be paid
Don't be afraid
Thе price must be paid