the Father: "Now my son, the time has come to
defend our world and burn a tale
finally you?re the chosen one to
raise your hand so do not fail.
If you feel like eyes of darkness
would follow you until the end
try to hear the bloodhounds bark
– they?re here to stay – the last command.
There you ride and no tomorrow
will ever take my pain away.
You were born to fight and now my sorrow
will burn my soul `til judgement day"

The son: "the word – the fame – the knife – the blade
the guts – the shame – the choice we?ve made
the gods to blame – beyond the fire
all dead in vain – for you – you liar!

Take me back to where I hear
the march of doom controls my ears
I yelled a hundred thousant "why?s"
but still I?m dead – no compromise!

Father, you?ve lied!
your only son has died!

Now beyond the wall of light
and the mighty iron wheel
I refuse to be your sword forever
Wisdom of steel!

If you see the bloodred skies
would you dare to think of me
and if you hear the battlecries
would you know I?m finally free.
When the time has come for you to
close your eyes in silent screams
tell the priest to bang a drum
and I?ll appear in all your dreams...

Now beyond the wall of light......."