In the times,
when all hope is lost
The sunset you see
Is dead, twinkling light on the frost

Stop all the shit
Gather you purpose
Accept that you have to be
Part of the storm over lands

In these lands of dying faith
You're the black shining sword
The magic weapon, knife and saw
Striking through the acts of the war

Everywhere, when the path is lost,
Dead light shows the way
Now it's a satelite,
A beacon instead of the day