Orb of man Testo

Walking the dying orb of man

An empty path, blinded: fear

Unable to speak the tongue of wrath

Deaf to words not spoken in crowd

Nameless centuries
Still underneath

I am so alien to you

Shut were those fragile eyes

During all these starlit nights

Hearing the dying prayer

Of a man

His pity words disgust me

who are you too speak

Whose mind (is) in chains

You never walked alone
Tasted sour wine

Warriors like me

- The wicked kind

Hand of mans demise

Darken spirits

Asleep for so long

It is time to open our eyes