(the Dictator)

Can you see the purity,
the perfection of our race,
in the blue eyes that sorround you
and the god-shape of our faces?

What's the color of your skin?
Are you worth of our disdain?
There's a golden road to follow
and we'll wash away you stains!

(the Messiah)

Oh, the skies are grey,
a crimson sea,
hear the victims and face your sins.

(Chorus)

In the silence their voices are crying,
in the smoke there are faces unknown,
in their eyes only pain and repentance
and the tears of the spirits of war.

(the Prophet)

I see through this insanity
that nothing will be in vain,
a light beyond the darkness
at the end of a fool maze.

Our destiny is in slavery,
but a glimpse of hope is shining
in the fire of this fierce war
and the beast within your gazes.

(the Messiah)

Oh, such a disgrace,
so many kin
sacrificed on the altar of pure hate.

(Chorus)

In the silence their voices are crying,
in the smoke there are faces unknown,
in their eyes only pain and repentance
and the tears of the spirits of war.

And today there is no one who's smiling,
no more soldiers who fight on the shore,
only lovers who wander and cry
the same tears of the spirits of war.

(the Prophet)

Don't let the darkness
flow away from your hearts.
Embrace the fear
'cause the greatest one is coming.
Reach your own limits and be your own gods.

(the Oracle)

In the end you're doing it,
in the end you'll guide them,
Prophet of the ones, devourers of the stars.

(the Messiah)

What is the price to pay?
What if you feed their hate?
What will be left behind?

(Chorus)

No more silence, their voices are thunder
from the corners of this wounded world.
In their eyes everything is forgotten
like the tears of the spirits of war.

And tomorrow no one will remember
what we suffered one day on that shore,
just a trace to be lost in the wind
like we are. We, the spirits of war.