Is it over
Or has it begun
Do you wonder
What will we become
When our eyes close
On the starry ends
When we finish our rows
And the folds are dead
When the lights go out
On us
When the will is real
But fate is a cold, cold thread
And the pins will fall
Down to the motherland
Sit down
Let it take you in
Kill off
Or you let it when
When the lights go out
On us
When the signals fail to fade
And the waves will break the shade
Fight the land
Let it take you on
On
When the water turns to grey
And the darkness leads the way
Fight the land
Let it take you on
On
When the lights go out
On us
