Wings of fire, are sailing past the pint of no return

Blinding eyes, from which it hides the key

Seek to rise, begotten are the fools who'll never know

Force will hide the presence that we see



There's no time to run away

A prophecy will make its stay



Course of rage, a never ending fight for the unknown

To justify the formulated scheme

So we find a gleaming light to lead us far beyond

The closing gates of our society



There's no time to run away

A prophecy will make its stay