Oh, oh mother flame
Lift your veil
Erase the day
Martyrs lie on the street, the tracks lead ahead
Mourning the future of a sinking horizon
This is their final thread
Desecration of our virtues
Another nail in the bed of pain
No sound in the hall of tears
This time no-one prayed
During the final hour, the truth shall bleed
During the final hour, the weak shall kneel
Oh mother flame
Wash away the impurities within
Free their minds
Toss them at sea
No loving voice, no friend to speak, no mother to embrace
No home to rest, no food to eat, not a single hand is raised
During the final hour, the truth shall bleed
During the final hour, the weak shall kneel
White flames forever burning, in an endless sea of stars
The shadow of their light will scorch the earth, leave its mark
The truth ignited what was buried deep inside
Now I see clearly that I can't control the tide
The bones of sunset forgers have turned to coal
Let the wings of wrath blow them away
Their thousands whispers found their way
And stain pitch black, the final break of day
During the final hour, the truth shall bleed
During the final hour, the weak shall kneel.