| The lost have hidden | |
| Blackened lives that carry on | |
| A race of outcasts | |
| Breeding more until, a taking over | |
| Kept concealed | |
| The silent wait | |
| Survive The time will come | |
| The sky is rising | |
| Hide away to solitude | |
| A different one will suffer | |
| And renew the cycle again | |
| Kept concealed | |
| The silent wait | |
| Survive The time will come | |
| Take life away from her | |
| Which flows into me | |
| Watching the dead eyes stare | |
| The last expression of despair | |
| A hidden population | |
| Outlive eternity | |
| The lost will breed another | |
| And renew the cycle again |