I can count the grains in the top of the sandgla** Your game is about to be over I've learnt to read the signs Now I'm capable to decode the message New voices will command your portrait will be burnt We need to shed skin You've been riding for a fall – rotten to the core Your vanity knows no bounds CHORUS Staring at the distance See bright lights again Come to built a different end And then trail away You show no scruples always devastate Without counting the cost You provoke us to action and actions speak louder than words! CHORUS The picture of a new horizon needs still to be drawn Blustery days of faith charged with the energy of the storm We will modify the new land Fighting till we shot our bolt Your old rotten roots won't last another winter