Flashes of the devil`s eye, Crying shadow of the sun, Faceless and godless, This killing floor is only killing me, With scream of the morning cold, Faces and gazes, Dancing through the mazes of the sky
They steal the breath of the sleeping dogs, To steam the great machine and start the ride, Shaking and breaking, Silence of a stranger passing by, With breath of the morning cold, Just like the death of the morning cold
With the breath of the morning cold, Just like the death of the morning cold, With the breath of the morning cold, Just like the death of the morning cold