Last night I thought you knocked an apology at my door,
But fools do not know how to save the hearts of their soldiers
No wonder that the streets go empty on your command when you just say so
Oh, isn't it beautiful
Aren't you proud, boy
"Eyes are the windows to one's soul" went the saying
But hell has more grace reserved in the chambers

Last night I sorted out all of the laundry moments
Pretentious remains of a battle long forgotten
But then again, it wouldn't mean a thing to me
Ego can't hide in the swamp of your story
Held in place by the sheer force of pity
You are just a product of a ****** up society
Never mind my sanity, I humbly admit
That soldiers do know how to lose all their guilt.

Uproar, it is of your pleasure

Bouncing around, tossing aside

Victories, victories,

Magic, magic,

Head of the Dragon, body of mine.

Scream, louder than water

Flowing through pain, cherish your daughter

Agony, agony,

Magic, magic,

Head of the Dragon, body of mine.

Unravel*, enigmas hiding inside

Love is your weapon, love on a dime

Malicious, malicious,

Magic, magic,

Head of the Dragon, body of mine.

Down in the wilderness a young boy was born
Roses in cracks growing, choking on a little toy
- Is there tomorrow? - Birds rush aside,
No, boy,
Tomorrow is lighter than the birds that fly high
- Give me a sword and I shall defeat - he said
Words so faint, sharp as the deadly end
Devotion so fragile as the broken wings
See the darkness unfold in the depth of the cold
The aged man knew that noone could withhold
The games of yesterday evolving and shaping
A dreamful, tomorrow-like vision of everything
Life embraces as beautiful.