Deep in their wounds  there's something strange  bad signs of death  foretelling the plague    While their strength drains out  they lose their hope  wating for a cure and a blessing  wating to be saved    Their faith decays, internal struggle  altered bloodstream in their veins  Their faith decays, internal struggle  fate's marked in their face    The rays of light are fading fast    The sun's turning black, seas are turning red  this will be the end of an insane age  forever they defied your power and force  now they realize they're naked souls    There was a time to get the meaning of things  There was a place to be just as we are  There was a time to forget all our fears  There was a place to forgive all injures    Crawling they clamor for their souls to be restored  to pursue the air as once they did.