I wouldn't dare too much
  I only ask for pity
  So these faces feel your touch...

  ...upon their skin

  My eyes see many faces
  Many faces made of stone
  I figure they are angels
  All neglected by your throne

  Deserted as lifeform
  Between heaven, between hell
  Unknown to one another
  They know your eyes betray their spell

  Down from heaven where you hide
  You have demented all your pride
  O' give these faces holy glance
  back their monumental trance

  Your anger and your rage still silent
  as I provoke that weakness too
  So byouti-full, out of control
  Your temper now is overwhelming

  Is this the place you're born for?
  Is this the last frontier?
  Is this the world we fight for?
  Is this our sense of creed?

  Winter souls regain their powers
  to multiply the pain in you
  Winter souls greed to bear silence
  to take away all life from you!

  And as I lay your head to sleep
  silences echoes in your greed