作词 : C., Vyl
Walking the dying orb of man 
An empty path , blinded: fear 
Unable to speak the tongue of wrath 
Deaf to words not spoken in crowd 
Nameless centuries 
Still underneath 
I am so alien to you 
Shut were those fragile eyes 
During all these starlit nights 
Hearing the dying prayer 
Of a man His pity words disgust me ...who are you too speak 
Whose mind (is) in chains 
You never walked alone 
Tasted sour wine 
Warriors like me -
The wicked kind 
Hand of mans demise 
Darken spirits 
Asleep for so long 
It is time to open our eyes