"Confiteor Deo omnipotenti et vobis, fratres,
Quia peccavi nimis cogitatione, verbo, opere, et
Omissióne; mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima
Culpa. Ideo precor beatam Mariam semper
Vírginem, omnes Angelos et Sanctos, et
Vos, fratres, orare pro me ad Dominum
Deum nostrum..."
Men of dusk we are
We standing on the edge of times
And still reason is beyond our grasp
So powerful and so wise
Dismal midgets in disguise
We boast sharp tongues and hide crippled hands
And still we're standing tall
Pride comes before the fall
Confiteor
And still we're standing tall
Behind all bridges burn
Confiteor
Sons of failure with no excuse
In all we've done and failed to do
Rotten apples from dying tree
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Fathers forgive us misguiding your trust
Your armor turned out too heavy to handle
And still we're standing tall
Pride comes before the fall
Confiteor
And still we're standing tall
Behind all bridges burn
Confiteor