[Opening] [Spoken] Who tries to steal our wings? [Starts Music] We are tired of the crackling flame, of the dust that dries the temple. The bars are not enough, the time that turns us to stone. the mirror that deforms the soul, the broken glass in their eyes. We are the echoes, the wave that drags above, the mountain that rises from the sea. [Chorus] After darkening the sky, how will they dare approach the sun? [Power Instrumental] [Spoken] Who tries to steal our wings? [Silence] [Start Music] They will hold in their bleeding hand the sacrificial dagger, the black shard of their hatred. They listen to demons in their heads and, mad, they continue to run, to bestir and believe that they can deprive the universe of its center. It's the nature they've denied that's throwing them into the void of vain and evil ambitions. [Chorus] After darkening the sky, how will they dare approach the sun? [Power Instrumental]
