The lost have hidden    Blackened lives that carry on    A race of outcasts    Breeding more until, a taking over       Kept concealed    The silent wait    Survive    The time will come       The sky is rising    Hide away to solitude    A different one will suffer    And renew the cycle again       Kept concealed    The silent wait    Survive    The time will come       Take life away from her    Which flows into me    Watching the dead eyes stare    The last expression of despair       A hidden population    Outlive eternity    The lost will breed another    And renew the cycle again