Dynamites
Shining, glowing in the dead of night
Meadow bright
That paints the skies
And turns the moon upon the righteous tide
Genocide

Seek or hide
Let the shadows pray for you at night
Faithless tribe
That dreamt of height
And fell from grace until the end of time
Parasites

We're heading to the sea
No matter how high the waves
No longer we foresee
The future lies in the shades
The bastards of the sea
The bastards of the sea
Wake them up, wake them up

Flames go high
Circling masses under fiery sight
Bastard kind
That dived in lies
And heads into the sea of endless strife
Re-ignite

We're heading to the sea
No matter how high the waves
No longer we foresee
The future lies in the shades
The bastards of the sea
The bastards of the sea
Wake them up, wake them up