Gaze into the blighted lands
Find the way, find the way ahead
The blood of God is on their hands
The pure of heart will have sweet revenge
I will find the holy grail
Perceval, carry on my son
'Cause we're on the verge
Of breaking through the mirror
Like the sands of time
Running through the vial
We are on the verge
Of breaking through the mirror
One last time
The magic runs forevermore
Chase the night, chase the night away
The more we see the less we know
The pure of heart will seize the light of day
I will find the holy grail
Perceval, carry on my son
'Cause we're on the verge
Of breaking through the mirror
Like the sands of time
Running through the vial
We are on the verge
Of breaking through the mirror
One last time
