Nights on this highroad of mourns
And outlying faith, a wandering trip
As a fancier of the unknown I never noticed

The cost of my languor is poignancy in time
Perhaps a clash allows some reaction, ‘cause the silence is grieving me
My mind is in turbulence, I'm plagued by this game
Idleness servant, unsure

Now I feel the core
Burning up my soul
Uncovering the truth
I wish I could run on a path to lucidity

Did I followed the wrong track?
Will I find one last headlight?
A forgotten force that’s melting my waited thought

Then I feel the lowed of our burden
Sharing our solitude
Awake! Let’s release the

Core, blowing up the stones
Showing us the truth
No one is going to be blamed
The spark is burning in the chasm of souls