So now I have to run away from the time of the dawn,
No heretic, no treason, just the reason that is spawned,
I have a lively place within my soul,
To handle the burning seal of coal,
Stained by the blood of the lamb,
Sacrificed, mutilated, by my own hands,
Reborn, now is my soul set a fly,
Along with my worries,
The reason, goodbye.