Lyrics:

Being blind or build a shrine To vanquish takes away without return With chains you're bound The best died last the looking glass Exterminating and you might well find It's just a matter of time Around and around and around again Around and around and around again Two converse and two advance Always wailing up the city's found On solid ground A broken tree, a bended knee Forever or until the evolving night Shall turn to clay Chorus (x3)