Idioma Origen:
We're shards of glass but we're coming to get you The earth is shaking, the underworld's born anew It's a cosmic fusion, a dissilusion man Gather your stuff and get going as fast as you can
It's all that I dream of when I pray to the devils themselves The dust of Babylon fallen is on somebody else
And in the aeon of hope - A new sun will rise for you And in the still of the night - The moonchild will watch you too
We're falling to pieces and that's why we're hunting you down While you're falling from heaven we rise from the underground No more turning the other cheek, no liers in wait Waiting is over, the black knights have opened the gates
Idioma Destino:
We're shards of glass but we're coming to get you The earth is shaking, the underworld's born anew It's a cosmic fusion, a dissilusion man Gather your stuff and get going as fast as you can
It's all that I dream of when I pray to the devils themselves The dust of Babylon fallen is on somebody else
And in the aeon of hope - A new sun will rise for you And in the still of the night - The moonchild will watch you too
We're falling to pieces and that's why we're hunting you down While you're falling from heaven we rise from the underground No more turning the other cheek, no liers in wait Waiting is over, the black knights have opened the gates