I wouldn't dare too much  
  I only ask for pity  
  So these faces feel your touch...  
  
  ...upon their skin  
  
  My eyes see many faces  
  Many faces made of stone  
  I figure they are angels  
  All neglected by your throne  
  
  Deserted as lifeform  
  Between heaven, between hell  
  Unknown to one another  
  They know your eyes betray their spell  
  
  Down from heaven where you hide  
  You have demented all your pride  
  O' give these faces holy glance  
  back their monumental trance  
  
  Your anger and your rage still silent  
  as I provoke that weakness too  
  So byouti-full, out of control  
  Your temper now is overwhelming  
  
  Is this the place you're born for?  
  Is this the last frontier?  
  Is this the world we fight for?  
  Is this our sense of creed?  
  
  Winter souls regain their powers  
  to multiply the pain in you  
  Winter souls greed to bear silence  
  to take away all life from you!  
  
  And as I lay your head to sleep  
  silences echoes in your greed