Besedila: Angra. Temple of Shadows. Unholy Wars.

A lethal bolt pierces the air
Like a falling star
Young eyes are observing in the darkness
His stare's reflecting fright
And scared he's struggling hard
To go back
Uneasy warders guard
The jail on quiet nights

Mankind will soon learn
Young eyes contemplating somewhere to hide

That the end has come in time
Dividing lands, retracing
Revealing ages when the absence
Of forgiveness rules our lives
All the borders will colide
Home how I go


Written on the sand
My badge is wearing out
Words to reconcile - unholy wars

For we have sinned
We know not what we do
Forgive us our father
Blinded by pride
Thy kingdom will be done
By holy wars

The battle is over
But the war still rages on!
Bridge
Chorus