In a circle of stars

In the afterglow of the last war

Do you hear the voice?

Nothing but demon ashes remained

You lost everything you believed

But me the reconstructionist the voice

All paranoia of rotting drugs

What could be Satan himself?

One star left in the rotting ocean

You scream in birth all of you

A river left... a river of blood

Of life... a new

All paranoia of rotting drugs

What could be Satan himself?

I feel the light breeze

The sun takes control

And nothing here remains

But you but me