Out here there are no stars
 No heroes to be sung
 This infinity has no smell
 This heaven has no [bad word] 

 THAT'S WHAT WE ARE– IMMACULATE
 GOD IS REACHING OUT FOR YOU– IMMACULATE 

 Riding fast without the speed
 Sleeping deep beneath the sky
 Caring proudly for the shield
 You cant touch my being dressed in white 

 Were only waiting for tomorrow
 Without the sins and all the sorrow 

 Flawless until you crave the [bad word] 
 Guarding pride with skills of lying 

 With the souls of anger made
 If you point the blade will fall