Where's no wind blowing at the mountain's top No sun shining in the morning sky Another life form will born Old one will disappear in time Do you feel the fear of a pitiful prey? See the agony in its eyes? Through its pain and death it will pay The civilization has died The last scream of a dying man and his abandoned soul Will split the heaven for pieces The eyes are opened… the puppet's strings Now you can see them The peace will be created on bones Cos this world is too odd Streams of red blood will wash the earth Everything will be covered by time