as time grows to be my reaper
I leave my mark behind
and history will be my keeper
but I am still alive

and where the ancient kings are buried
new kings will rise and stand
and so the torch is always carried
passed from hand to hand

in the night it is all we care for
and we all play our part
enslaved is our passion and therefore
we hide it in the dark

and where the ancient kings are buried
new kings will rise and stand
and so the torch is always carried
passed from hand to hand