Cunning minds
Lost in transmigration
Escaping
My crying voice
Leads their path

Agoraphobes of the depths
Eluding death
Chased by upcoming disease
In open lands - they're lost without me

Without our frith
Beside you
(In the dark)
The thousands that hunt you down
From the shadows
Will overwhelm your mind

The scent of death

Open your eyes, invoke the strength of our kind

I am the seer
Possessed by the signs

For you my brothers
I'll increase our faith
I speak of blood and fire

The man-made crushers
Will come in time
(With machine-claws)
Infecting burrows of our labyrinth lives

All of our lives
Leaving behind

Open your mind, and speak of our world
We run
Give us strength to run

Our lord the sun, give us gifts to hide