So narrow-minded people Pure in control and blame bard of god Do i fallen by the fate And the touch of the exists Wolfs will be the chosen race And they shell be safe When lights becomes darkness love turns to hate And the source of origin with only damned
We're not the host of mind Death knows his name Death is the blood of time
Whom shall they blame When the war turning this over There's no shining hate To welcome them into the guide of Eden It wosn't me who chosen this path in front of god And justify every crime guilty instead inspire by will of god There's no divine and pure 'Cos in the end we are all sinful and true
We're not the men... It's not inside of me I won't take your place
No we're not the host of mind Death knows his name Death is the blood of time