Start the Fire - The Old Dead Tree

Let"s start the fire now,

It"s time to burn the souls

To forget ourselves and lose control.

Our minds are now unleashed!

We feel like being Lords,

Ruling the skies, ruining the Gods.

Brought back down to earth,

Suddenly back home,

Walking on our knees

We pray to the trees:

«Protect us from the sun

Keep us alive».

Don"t Wake me up

(Those who never wear white)

Attracted by darkness, I fear the light,

I"m in love with the night.

I know that people want to fight

Those who never wear white.

I avoided walking the line,

Except, of course, mine.

I know that I"m not popular,

Sometimes I go too far.

I hate to feel rejected!

I am disguised as a crow,

I fly so low

I rest behind my make up.

Don"t wake me up