Walking alone I just seek The blood of innocent lives Ending with all of their hope My soul's now feeling alive Together we'll rule everything Even the ancient pain A matter of finding the way The poison of final regret But I never known where I wanted to go I'm a man facing the evil Ruling the soul of the last man alive You'll not pretend asking for mirrors As the touch of the iced stars Now the questions were made I'm feeling some kind of despair The force of wasted souls Are given to get us inside We are now escaping the fear An evil I had to retrain The Spirits of darkness are here That number will show us revenge But I never know where I wanted to go I'm a man facing the evil Ruling the soul of the last man alive You'll not pretend, asking for mirrors As the touch of the iced stars Composer: Victor Brochard.