| Helpless in your soul — killing your hope |
| Oppressed by masses — in divine resignation |
| Fields of desolation — to live or die |
| Deep in your mind — it’s not my kind |
| Now it’s time I stare to fight |
| Kings on earth I cannot find |
| Born in a dark cold winter night |
| I prefer the bracing winds of truth |
| Wrapped up in lies — tormenting my pain |
| When I hate your face — bearing evil souls |
| Prayer of defense — pride and power |
| Cracking the whip — lipstick and terror |
| Now it’s time I stare to fight |
| Kings on earth I cannot find |
| Born in a dark cold winter night |
| I prefer the bracing flames of hell |
| Now it’s time I stare to fight |
| Kings on earth I cannot find |
| Born in a dark cold winter night |
| I prefer the glowing of my soul |