On this day,
When skylight turns to shade,

We grab the fate by the hand.
Fate made of rage,
Built of hate.


Entering the shade again,
The further we go, more distanced it feels.
But we will find the way out.
We'll find our way, out of this disease.


Illumination in the distance,
We walk the path together.
Walk straight with open eyes,
Minds set, as loaded guns.


Say a prayer,
No one should fear
This deception,
We're almost there.

End of our way is close,
Shades turn to light and glow.


Illumination in the distance,
We walk the path together.
Walk straight with open eyes,
Minds set, as loaded guns.


Illumination in the distance,
We walk the path together.
Walk straight with open eyes,
Minds set, as loaded guns.


Illumination in the distance,
We're almost there.
Illumination in the distance,
We're almost there.