They're creeping on,
through your mind,
won't you think it over
We know the scenes,
they're marching on with torches,
peeping from inside,
with evil's eyes
the ferris wheel is turning,
the tale is told again
And if we don't care,
we end up all the same
We stroke the flames,
we never quenched all those years,
we should have learned
from things which may come close
We need to talk,
time has come,
don't play it down,
it's over
We know their themes,
it's creeping on with caution,
peeping from inside,
with evil's eyes
(M:Maile / Meyn / Ito, T:Meyn)