There are four knights coming with a Cross on the top of their heads Claim to bring salvation, but they Seem drowned by own vanity There's a shadow rising, a disease That spreads with the wind A growing blank in my soul An abyss of dark dragging me And I don't know who'll be with me In my darkest times Oh, the gold of fools The symbol of woe for us all There's a doubt inside me, and it's pushing Me far from my will Through the dusk, through night, through the Limits of my own beliefs No, I won't astray, someday we will meet again Under the same blue sky, under those stars Hide far from the eyes, from the cold touch of envy Awake entangled by dreams Lies in your heart the breeze of innocence Closer to skies, to the embrace of inti To shine, once again Pacha will guide your fate Your victory Far where your eyes can't see I know your dreams will come true High in the skies Your victory High in the skies