Bound to this fire, I walk alone – holy to dirty water
We stopped at nothing – what’s left of home? When all the walls are broken
I’m preparing for war – no master of the game – deceived and betrayed
I’ve foreseen what you do – predictable move – the day I may loose – damnation

I believe – this is neverending – no release – fuel the warmachine in me

Foul walls of vengeance – returning home, trying to find the order
When shapes of nothing – building my home – will lead us to disorder
Life misleads us to death – I cast it all away – and another day – salvation

I believe – this is neverending – no release – fuel the warmachine in me

The slaves [bad word] the master – there’s nothing heading – after me
The slave [bad word] the master – but what [bad word]  after this?

I believe – this is neverending – no release – fuel the warmachine in me
Can’t believe – this neverending – finally – break the warmachine – that’s me