By the lights of Cyrian
The colours of the rainbow do not shine
Nor candles burning flaming cannot chase
the lonely shadow that is blind
Been wrong
Too long, too strong to turn
So burn
Through the lights of Cyrian
The wheel spins marshalled only by the blind
Tongues that speak of future quick
to lose the barren wastes they leave behind
To my own lie in chains
No chains
Behind the Lights of Cyrian
The multi-coloured priests of Babylon
Twist the words of peace who would not father
any creature of their spawn
My rhyme
Will chime your time is near
No fear
Past the lights of Cyrian
The sky is mine to reach the sun is free
There is no part of Satan left
to block what hazy visions I may see
Too late
Don't wait your hate is gone
So long.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI