Being blind or build a shrine
To vanquish takes away without return
With chains you're bound
The best died last the looking glass
Exterminating and you might well find
It's just a matter of time 

Around and around and around again
Around and around and around again 

Two converse and two advance
Always wailing up the city's found
On solid ground
broken tree, a bended knee
Forever or until the evolving night
Shall turn to clay 
 [bad word] (x3)