We are rolled and baked in whirlflames of sweet hell
And choked with tantrums due to which we think we can excel
If Only we could leave our fear and laziness and pride
behind.....
We're shallow apostles with indifferent cries
We're way to far, the speed's so high on the fading line
Awaiting for a shriek to break and sweep this sleep away
And bring order to what has been quite in disarray
We bring the daggers of "Inertia" still deeper inside
Here comes the tide...
Who was I?
When we resigned...
Wind me up and let me dance Inferno Waltz to feel divine
And let the centuries dilute and reinforce and intrude my mind
and leave me not a single place I could retreat and self-repeat
That's what I need..
For once, I know, we've tackled to enlargening the list
Of fairy-tales that hence brought to your heart have to exist
So here us spread our wings and prepare you hearts in advance
To dance!..