(Composição: Rafael Bittencourt e Chris Tsangarides) We're armed and ready to attack To strike the city of all desires Then calm the waves that lead to passion When all reality turns back to ashes Over the hills, across the sea Into the abyss of a bygone time Lest we forget what really matters And the bewildered look up to the sky Fallen comrades lay on the ground Victors in death they make no sound Petrified my eyes Behold the sights of battle lost In this unchanging world What does the poor life of a warrior cost? Oh can't you see Many faces from God's own races are waiting To fight the good fight Even though the annals of time have passed you by you still don't see Oh, you won't see They've petrified your eyes Deep desires of mine Dark thoughts tyrannize my mind When will this torture end Into the mire, to battle again
