[Chorous]
Because it stays in the mind of the Binder
Chaos spreads in the realm of mankind
He will lead us out, the Finder
I cannot help in this puzzl, why am I blind?

In a cold second of mourn
The grieve shades of grey
A day unborn
Another curse, flee, no way

I'm alone in the mists of this life
My blood it boil
A dark hive-order spoils

[Chorous]

He bears our wheighty hopes
A pile in the sky
Against the order
The power is now claimed

All our hopes in this mystical hands
My mind, it swirls
If he is not the Redeemer

[Chorous]