Altar is full, the thirst of circenses is
Satisfied, and air is permeate with scream
One life for all, one word for all
It is the rate for sins
For wolves in clothing of a sheep

She wants to bring a spark of light
Now she is a part of fire

Spirits of fire lick fetters
Of the brittle flash, and free the ghosts of innocents
For those who cares, for those who nauseate of this cult
Who see the bloody teeth of sheep

She wants to bring a spark of light
Now she is a part of fire

And it  x2
And it will never

Ends

And it
And it will never
...

Now she's in centre of round dance of a devil's flames
Under the hundreds` hungry sights
They need no light
Circesnses and bread are their aim
And now I can, see  drops
Of her heart pain

So take my hand, In this unfair game 
The flame can't burn the ones who already dead
Let our ashes drift here in the sky
Cause now we are the part of wind

Screams [bad word] louder
And the sky is dark and grey!

And It will never x2
Ends