Where angels die,
Where hope is standing still
Where morning does not arise
Upon the hopeless hills
There and only there the dark will beat us.

When laughter stops,
When all the joy ends,
When music doesn't get applause
In many hearts of fans
Then and only then the dark will beat us.

Why killing become our bible
Why rivers red of blood
Why only think of dying
Put relief on our mind
That's why, that's why the dark will beat us...