You will search and you will question
You will cherish and curse me in the pain
The more i let you go the more you stay in
This is the voice from within

I am prophet in the field of the faltered faith
I summon the believers envision an easy victory
I am the father the saviour over the bowed crowd
I rise in revolt in the name of the rule of false

Seize black flags in frenzy and passionate bliss
The temple raised on the innocent tears

Hunger for might carved in the minds of folk
Greed discharge the hearts of the haunted souls
Extreme dislike breaks the silence
The temple raised on the innocent tears

The tyrant rules the men under the unquestionable reign
The dreamers fulfill their dreams in a bizarre shape
The fine art of fighting fallen into oblivion
Stare at the sky and the tears will be your mind's rape