Upon our evening when the sun fired blanks there rode the sickness out of our sight Carried torches burned out long before it´s time among these ruins where our love is to be found
Ambition falters when no better is to be known cling to the unfounded pride
Death to our belonging and our ministry of two Set the higher standard and to a greater fall descend
Slaves to one another and to others be it not Soothing be temptation force the conscience to a halt
Caused a high vibration, a tender light to be part of you the two-way escape
Death to our belonging and our ministry of two Set the higher standard and to a greater fall descend