Pantomime — The Kovenant

Burning bright in the industries of night Between the stars like a wanderer, across the sea of suns I reached out for the radiant shadow of a figure with horns Drawn like a moth to flame, and into the lions den

Space cities of wonders, at an evolutionary dead-end Pale electric shadows, locked together in common self-hatred All it takes is an idea, a single word can change the world I tried as hard as I could to make you understand, There`s no difference between up or down out here

Xenophobia...Five fingers are no longer enough Xenophobia...We lost control along time ago

The Judas halo - The betrayer spirit The human ambition in all its disfigured glory Liars of Light - Masters of Night We all get what we deserve in the end

Xenophobia...Five fingers are no longer enough Xenophobia...We lost control along time ago