All the world has changed
there’s no doubt
the new tide has come to pass
we’ve been caught lost in our games
though it’d been clear they made no sense

All the mankind’s pride
fell down as if it was a house of cards
all the chaff’s been sorted out
and we all know what it’s about...

We all know what it’s about...

See the chaff burning – just a glance
yours’ the choice, turning - take your chance

No, not around – no middle ground

All except the wheat
will burn up, turn to dust, will fall from grace
here we go, leaving these games
it’s upon you to shun the flames

It’s on you to leave these games...

See the chaff burning – just a glance
yours’ the choice, turning - take your chance

No, not around – no middle ground

Solo: Maroš

See the chaff burning – just a glance
yours’ the choice, turning - take your chance

No, not around – no middle ground