Altar is full, the thirst of circenses is Satisfied, and air is permeate with scream One life for all, one word for all It is the rate for sins For wolves in clothing of a sheep She wants to bring a spark of light Now she is a part of fire Spirits of fire lick fetters Of the brittle flash, and free the ghosts of innocents For those who cares, for those who nauseate of this cult Who see the bloody teeth of sheep She wants to bring a spark of light Now she is a part of fire And it x2 And it will never Ends And it And it will never ... Now she's in centre of round dance of a devil's flames Under the hundreds` hungry sights They need no light Circesnses and bread are their aim And now I can, see drops Of her heart pain So take my hand, In this unfair game The flame can't burn the ones who already dead Let our ashes drift here in the sky Cause now we are the part of wind Screams become louder And the sky is dark and grey! And It will never x2 Ends