the century's falling 
times fall from the grace 
the decadent whispers 
get louder again 
the end on horizon 
we lose or we win 
who cares who's the winner 
we're just soldiers of team 
we're spoiling our talents 
sing songs without you 
still growing red roses 
into the speed tune 
i don't want to follow 
this old bitten track 
i'm taking my wing now 
to never get back 
give me the power 
and wings that don't melt 
i'll sorrow the mountains 
and skim trough the clouds 

i don't want to lose it 
i've got warm light for all 
so don't stop me leaving 
my blue vale of tears 
i don't want to waste it 
i've got warm light for it all 
so let me go up there 
my blue vale of tears 

we're roving emotions 
as they fade day by day 
suppressed wild desires 
we gambol away 
between good and evil 
and the deepest blue of sea 
unless we get winged 
we'll never be free