time will pa** before us and before the sun is gone
we shall sing in victory as if it were our only song
for the wicked here are brewing and a dark day we shall name
as we surround ourselves in pleasure we subject ourselves to pain
the life of a sinner is a song you've yet to sing
but the tune is surely ringing in your ear
inside you admire what the truth has come to be
a false security to numb your deepest fear
your hopeless bliss, your dreamless nightmare
their endless bliss, their perfect nightmare
a warrior I must become
if I'm to see the morning sun
some heartbeats fade, still mine beats on
and still I strive to be reborn
a warrior I must become
if I'm to see the morning sun
some heartbeats fade, still mine beats on
and I must be reborn
with the sword of belief at hand
I still endure this wicked sorrow
tempted by my quest for power
and by my own selfish remains
time will pa** before us and before the sun is gone
we shall sing in victory as if it were our only song
now the time is gone and I pray to be forgiven
I fear the day will come when my prayers will be too late