He wears dark clothes my dear
 Liquid transparent as the night
 He leans on you
 On worst our of harm
 You [bad word] down
 Step aside
 Make a move
 Gives him a free ride
 He wears dark intentions
 Fear 

 Who creeps in here tonight
 burden to the blind eye
 Kills the upper level
 Provokes the fight 

 Who carries the cross
 Takes him to one's back
 And eats the loss, an eye of black
 He is there
 Take a look
 drop of blood drips down 

 daily sacrament
 To have ease under the looking glass 

 To get her
 circle inside each other
 To carry the myth alive
 For ever
 The circle inside each other
 To see the myth alive 

 Who creeps in here tonight
 burden to the blind eye
 Kills the upper level
 Provokes the fight
 pool of blood in the head