Stand in line as we march to the [bad word] of the east,
Paralyzed and possesed by [bad word] deceased,
Lost in the silence, the call from the turbulent times.
Bound by the science that lives on... that lives on the wise.

(Припев x2)

The beating of a million [bad word] 

The fire of a million guns.

The mother of a million sons.

Civilization
 
(2ой куплет)
Lost in the silence, they bow to the call of the east.
Tantalized and seduced by the demons released.
ears to the ground by the name of the merciless guide (sky).
Onto the fire that burns in the all seeing eye.

(Припев x2)

bridge

(Припев x3)