Wings of fire, are sailing past
the pint of no return
Blinding eyes
from which it hides the key
Seek to rise, begotten are the
fools who'll never know
Force will hide
the presence that we see
There's no time to run away
A prophecy will make its stay
Course of rage, a never ending
fight for the unknown
To justify the formulated scheme
So we find a gleaming light to
lead us far beyond
The closing gates of our society
There's no time to run away
A prophecy will make its stay
<Interlude>
Wings of fire, are sailing past
the pint of no return
Blinding eyes
from which it hides the key
Seek to rise, begotten are the
fools who'll never know
Force will hide
the presence that we see
There's no time to run away
A prophecy will make its stay
Course of rage, a never ending
A prophecy will make its stay
Course of rage, a never ending
A prophecy will make its stay