Conquered the ages... Self-control
But, still, the bells of hierarchy are rung
Old rituals raise flags... Command
But I cannot understand
These symbols are too old

Oh, will you face that day on your knees?
Or make it your way?
Stand up for your reasons...
Get ready to fight me
The devil's face is on your way!

I'll be burning
Turning, growing
Bleeding, learning
Burning, turning
Loading...'Cause I'm born from fire!

So far, we've been trying to deal with our fears
These moments, I hate: they're always disturbing our minds
So far, ideology has quarreled with traditions
And all we could do: to take cover inside our hopes

Oh! Will you face the pain, face the fears?
Don't fake a disgrace
Stand up for your reason
Get ready to taste:
A thousand guns aim at your way!

So, be burning
Turning, growing
Bleeding, learning
Burning, turning
Loading...'Cause I'm born from fire!

Yeah... "Awake The Seraphim!"

Oh! Will you taste the pain on your knees?
Or make it your way?
Stand up for your reasons
Get ready to fight me
The devil's face is on your way!

I'll be burning
Turning, growing
Bleeding, learning
Burning, turning
Loading...'Cause I'm born from fire

Burning, turning,
Growing, bleeding, yeah!
Burn!