...and from the sky the rays of the suns are rushing down
 As the mighty one at the end of the stars
 Where the history's fallen
 They will regain the glory from the wrecks of the iron heart
 The seats of emperors now left in ruins
 Long past the center of the galactic empire now
 The prosperity blooms on the other end
 But there is something hidden under the cover of the poor farmar's world
 We are the ones successors of the one
 We hold his work going safe through the time
 Untouchable minds controlling the ones
 On the world of physics science on the worlds of other suns
 Through the thousand years of boundless anarchy

 We designers of history
 We will hold the plan
 Our unit is the crowd
 We specify equations to reach the final end to regain the bygone glory...
 And from the sky the rays of the suns are rushing down
 Hidden under remainder of iron they cannot let the mankind fall
 Somewhere out in space they feel someone same to work on his plan
 To work by the same way
 Surviving depends on equation's evolution
 They can it a litle change
 They can it a litle hold on...

 Someone is out there
 He's watching what I do
 From far in the space controlling my mind
 Is it still me or am I changed
 Oh how I wish to find them
 The source of my mind

 Someone is out there
 Someone is there
 He's watching what I do
 Controlling my brain from far in space
 From distant stars they direct my mind
 They show me the way
 Is it still me
 Are it still my thoughts or am I changed
 My memories alternated
 Oh how I wish
 How I wish to find them
 The source of my mind
 The source of my direction