Being blind or build a shrine   To vanquish takes away without return   With chains you're bound   The best died last the looking glass   Exterminating and you might well find   It's just a matter of time      Around and around and around again   Around and around and around again      Two converse and two advance   Always wailing up the city's found   On solid ground   A broken tree, a bended knee   Forever or until the evolving night   Shall turn to clay      Chorus (x3)