Wings of fire, are sailing past the point 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