Burn fast my chariot Drawn by seven hungry redeyed wolves Your guide is blinking Your rein is cuting to the bones Burn fast my chariot Steep the darkness with my innate curse But fear the deamons Who whispering about control Couse wolves will tear you flash In any minuite If they will feel the smell of doubt Or drope of weakness Race of endless night withot the choise withou the backout And we will fall Into the gulf Or we will rise Like firewing birds X2 Callosity is crust your palms Like oat of mail And old scars from rapacious teeth Are mark your fails Couse wolves will tear you flash In any minuite If they will feel the smell of doubt Or drope of weakness Race of endless night Withot the choise Withou the backout And we will fall Into the gulf Or we will rise Like firewing birds X2 Someone is always deep into this race Someone is praying for the rain They pray for the shrive rain Hold the rein tight and search the lighthouse In this lunacy Until the forks of flame won't stope the agony of running wheels