There is no calling
(There is no sense of temperance)
There´s nothing left to limit greed and pure malevolence
A vast and clear disorder of

This stricken system
So shaken and displaced
All foundations torn

Just no one there to fight this spreading decadence
But I feel there is still uproar in this heart
I take my stance, but there is this yawning gap right by my side
As if your absence summoned all these wicked ghosts
But I feel
That all this pain
Is just weakness leaving my heart
Yes, I´ll wear the mark of the outcast like an imperial crown
Yet, all my agonies and torments
Become victories and blessings

I will carry you in triumph and in loss
Your spirit is still strong within me
And our enemies will face you
Through my words and by my deeds
Finally I know
That all this pain is just weakness leaving my heart