Oh, this weakened flesh crumbling all over My every cell screams out in torment Let it be heard, my sinister story I must go on Feel the wind, let it rain Healing my wounds I will fall, so lend me The golden hand Alive I'll rebuild my strength, I must go on I, of flesh and blood, bringer of life I'm only fooling myself With my own lies Signal it through stars Wishing for help Relive the glory My life feels all hollow You need new powers to beat me So run and hide My inner forces shall keep me sober Oh, I see an end far in the distance A citadel towering the skies Let it be heard, that our hero was guided I must go on