In a circle of stars In the afterglow of the last war Do you hear the voice? Nothing but demon ashes remained You lost everything you believed But me the reconstructionist the voice All paranoia of rotting drugs What could be satan himself? One star left in the rotting ocean You scream in birth all of you A river left A river of blood Of life A new All paranoia of rotting drugs What could be Satan himself? I feel the light breeze The sun takes control And nothing here remains But you but me
