He's standing straight
A clenched fist and a proud look
Fires and sins burn
Slow dive into himself
He is still and strong
Yet phantoms come out
They touch subconscious
Embraced by traps of temptation
By the stench of demons
He won't humble himself!
He can hear and see everything
He perceives misery and external suffering
He is hit through you
The flood of sins and blood
The devil addresses him deadly
The angel is erect
He won't humble himself yet
His body is alive, his soul is rotten
The decay of conscience
Devils become weak yet they rage
The angel´s resistance breaks them
Through your mind
Through your soul
Through your battlefield
Your angel
He won't humble himself!
And you will live...
The death is so close
All gods judge you
The hell has its throne
The death is so close
Thousands of days have passed
Only your epitaph will remain
And the grave of stone
Mystery
Mystery
Through your mind
Through your soul
Through your battlefield
Your angel
He won't humble himself!