In this dungeon full of mudd Once called soul Rages a hammer Against the broken walls of our time. Through the ruins of a lie, The flock stumbles into the fading light, Glancing towards the sky As if it's sucking it's eye. They don't notice anything... They don't think anything... They dont say anything... They're merely a shell of their former self And soon they will disappear Like melting snow This epidemic leads us to death And this Disease is called salvation! Caged between craze and reality, Like Moth they circle the flames, Like wilted leaves they fall to the ground, As victims of their desire, As a witness of the fire, Caged between craze and reality, Between those fozzilized bars of morality. I can hear the pulse of the end The hint of the moment The Darkness should cover the light As the Moons shadow the sunlight I can hear the pulse of the end The call of the moment And darkness will cover the light As the moons shadow the sunlight