| In the land of the risin sun | |
| Were the water burns in sand | |
| Obey my queen and stand | |
| Waiting for her judjement touch | |
| She knows best my living task | |
| I'm clay in her hands | |
| Breath she takes I give my blood | |
| Dark desire brings out of dark | |
| Born in hands of a dying god | |
| Bastard daughter of the only one | |
| Hatred floes into artistic love | |
| Legend grows tale collapse |