Walking the dying orb of man  An empty path, blinded: fear  Unable to speak the tongue of wrath  Deaf to words not spoken in crowd  Nameless centuries  Still underneath  I am so alien to you  Shut were those fragile eyes  During all these starlit nights  Hearing the dying prayer  Of a man  His pity words disgust me  who are you too speak  Whose mind (is) in chains  You never walked alone  Tasted sour wine  Warriors like me  - The wicked kind  Hand of mans demise  Darken spirits  Asleep for so long  It is time to open our eyes