We are lost forever
In solution of Dilemma
To Whom do you want to obey
To the Great or the Evil
Everything have been decided,
Only three ways after death
You should choose the one according
To your empty faith
Across the line
And we just caught in cycles
Golden cages among us
Through the nitrogen we march
In the deep blackened mass
You can see the hand of eternity
It's made up from the stars
It have given for you the wisdom of trees
Across the line
And we just caught in cycles
Golden cages among us
Through the nitrogen we march