| I know someone will arrive today to release your pain | 
| And all your agonizing wait is coming to a joyful end | 
| In these backstreets of the harbor known as yard of Hell | 
| I hear freedom calling in the sound of chiming bells | 
| We are the children of lost world | 
| Fenced in the subsoils of light | 
| We are the children of lost world | 
| Awaiting our savior’s arrival tonight | 
| And we’ll be freed from our Anathema | 
| Within the healing flames | 
| No more lying, no more stealing | 
| No more fierce and savage games | 
| Let us sing hail to the Lord who helps us free ourselves | 
| Flames are sanitizing lost world on the stroke of 12 | 
| We are the children of lost world | 
| Fenced in the subsoils of light | 
| We are the children of lost world | 
| Awaiting the savior’s arrival tonight | 
| Don’t believe these many words of a great pretender | 
| He’s the one who did encage you here for more than a hundred years | 
| Be forevermore his cattle if you will not flee | 
| You will be free — come with me | 
| I’ve heard a song in my dreams | 
| It’s a song for the brave | 
| And the song gave us back our childhood days | 
| Then we’re falling in arms | 
| Of our beloved next of kin | 
| And they wash away all our dire sins | 
| Our mothers, our fathers | 
| They came to dance away our fears | 
| Your mothers, your fathers | 
| They came to dance away our fears | 
| To hold you and save us now | 
| There’s a comedy of intrigues for the masterminds | 
| More a high pretentious chess game than the great divine | 
| We are the children of lost world | 
| Fenced in the subsoils of light | 
| We are the children of lost world | 
| Awaiting the savior’s arrival tonight |