The silence echoes as if you are not.
But no matter what, I shall face the sinful lot.
I will show all the forces, that even one man,
Has the willpower that proves he can.
And love it seems is almost lost.
For our hearts grow weary in the deafening frost.
The life we know may be bitter, but save another day.
Because tomorrow may not come, our love would just decay.
If I look not like I possess faith,
Then let me assure you, I am not tempted by that wraith.
For the morrow speaks with effervescent call,
That even the fearless shall soon fall.
Who am I but a man?
But what I bestow upon all is my plan.
I speak to the Earth and its seven seas!
Bring the sinners to their knees!
The morrow lives in flesh and blood.
The angels have sung that I am no dud.
Foolish all of you! Humans alike!
You haven’t a clue about his Fourth Reich!
To take over the heavens, the seas, the skies,
Not just this realm, but the others by lust bound lies.
Do not ever fret.
For sin is not what I beget.
So take heed through the silence and its toll!
The winds of knowledge may steal your soul!
Not unless you find the true light.
Not the star, but Heaven, so bright.
Do not trust his silver tongue.
Soon to be here, the warning I’ve sung!
