We are rolled and baked in whirlflames of sweet hell And choked with tantrums due to which we think we can excel If Only we could leave our fear and laziness and pride behind.....
We're shallow apostles with indifferent cries We're way to far, the speed's so high on the fading line
Awaiting for a shriek to break and sweep this sleep away And bring order to what has been quite in disarray We bring the daggers of "Inertia" still deeper inside Here comes the tide...
Who was I? When we resigned...
Wind me up and let me dance Inferno Waltz to feel divine And let the centuries dilute and reinforce and intrude my mind and leave me not a single place I could retreat and self-repeat That's what I need..
For once, I know, we've tackled to enlargening the list Of fairy-tales that hence brought to your heart have to exist So here us spread our wings and prepare you hearts in advance To dance!..