[Verse]
The North Sea prophet from the barren land
But he's the king in a house of fools
His heart of glass was easily broken
The dogs and devils and the dense men roar
Well, let the wind of change blow you away
You have an option to live under this armour
I love to see a man and his primitive mess
For gold and might is all he demands

[Verse]
These bitter fools of thousand years
The mounted figures form as a landscape
Too many hours on the pressure line
Open to suggestions, time after time
Give us the air when repression can't breathe
We go beyond the pleasure of a simple thirst
The avenues of sin, we've built on thin ice
The [?] injustice is [?]

We lean to messiah, it comes as we walk
Death to the whisper, onto it all
We lean to messiah, it comes as we walk
Death to the whisper, onto it all