There is silence:
It is treasured most above the world and in space,
It is an arcane ghost
Recognize it's gorgeous face, untouched by those who have befallen to the hands of hatred
Welcome to the tombs of the THRACIANS
Barbaric accords and struggle aboard, "OH BLASPHEMY!
We cry and it's a blunder undoing this world
Standing higher that the mountains surrounding our decaying gate we stay true to our cause like the few and honorable would have done to us in this world

"There is silence:
It is treasured most above the world and in space,
It is an arcane ghost
Recognize it's gorgeous face, untouched by those who have befallen to the hands of hatred"-- walking down the city's streets we collaborate with words of revolution, and not without the words to; the strength to talk in gold
Cherish what's ours to come, fight for the struggle won, and breath for a united one, as we change the world
Cherishing the lost assort to the faces that I loathe cheris what ours to come, fight for the struggle won as we change this world without one gun