It is the moment of creation
A different level of incarnation
The second pumping in my breast
At the end of our darkest quest
No matter how paranoid you are
You`re moving through the soeme
It`s so bizzare
God, God raises the dead
And if he needs my help he`s calling
He`s calling me
If you`re dealing with the devil`s dance
A prayer for me, one more chance
A silent weapon for a quiet war
Knocks us down, even to the core
