time will pass before us and before the sun is gone

we shall sing in victory as if it were our only song

for the wicked here are brewing and a dark day we shall name

as we surround ourselves in pleasure we subject ourselves to pain



the life of a sinner is a song you've yet to sing

but the tune is surely ringing in your ear

inside you admire what the truth has come to be

a false security to numb your deepest fear



your hopeless bliss, your dreamless nightmare

their endless bliss, their perfect nightmare



a warrior I must become 

if I'm to see the morning sun

some heartbeats fade, still mine beats on

and still I strive to be reborn

a warrior I must become 

if I'm to see the morning sun

some heartbeats fade, still mine beats on

and I must be reborn



with the sword of belief at hand

I still endure this wicked sorrow

tempted by my quest for power

and by my own selfish remains



time will pass before us and before the sun is gone

we shall sing in victory as if it were our only song



now the time is gone and I pray to be forgiven

I fear the day will come when my prayers will be too late