[Music/lyrics: Mieszko]



Like a ray of light 

Like a shooting star 

They can see you come 

To set free The Swarm 



From a different world 

From an ancient land 

Will you say the words? 

Let them breathe your air? 



Death at your fingertips 

With your venomous tongue you lick them clean 



This is not what it said in the prophecy 

Your are not what they thought you were meant to be 

Salvation at your fingertips, precision is a must. 

You are The One.