| Take a look at the new rules of this game | |
| Wicked laughters are feeding their fame | |
| Hearing the cries from the empty shells | |
| Unmoved they seem | |
| Hungry for turmoil and wedges | |
| Ivy-clad so that we can't see | |
| One peace at a time they steal | |
| Collecting memories | |
| Notch up another victory | |
| Upon our shoulders and true beliefs | |
| With wheedling words they reign | |
| So sweet is our decay | |
| Raise your voice | |
| Aim as high as they can't see | |
| Now you can say: "Speak your last word, speak your last word!" | |
| Born in the garden of overgrown madness | |
| We still search what remains of our lives | |
| Scattered pieces for their jigsaw puzzle | |
| Swapping destinies | |
| Whencesoever they derive their powers | |
| Where all hopes are misled and repressed | |
| Vowing to break from the hardest chains | |
| Tearless they seem | |
| Prophets of doom | |
| Playing god, how does it feel? | |
| The fate of | |
| Sky and Earth | |
| Awaits their sentence too | |
| Shattered we are | |
| Sold and bought in the | |
| Merchants' fair | |
| Beneath hard flesh it burns | |
| Beware of our hate! [repeat Bridge and Chorus] [Acoustic solos: Jarpen] [Solos: Jarpen, Aydan, both] [repeat Bridge and Chorus] |