And the fallen’s procession takes place, salvation converged in curse Before his face, with vibrant eyes in scarlet -like fire The time of death lies beyond itself - dead! The blinding light bearer dances upon you The flame of wisdom shall burn deep Where misery scorches in your veins Envy, fueled by regnant pride The beauty of the absurd manifests Ignorance, weakness and shame will forever be your mark Do you believe seeing past your lashes? Wishing to fly farther than your wings let you? Every man is born alone, thus shall perish as one The weeps and the agony will feed this scorn Your hands hold the future Your will… fate! Come to us, awake! Come to us, awake!