| Miracle man with the mark on his soul |
| Too wise for his time, too brave and alone |
| The prophet, the healer, son of a god |
| Savior of souls under golden sun |
| He stands with one foot in hell |
| Still can’t believe that treason made him dead |
| Blind |
| He will walk around the world |
| Through the nightmare he will scream |
| Forever remembering reigns of his time |
| Son of the father of universe itself |
| Bleeds on the cross feeling evil of men |
| The hate, the pain, he’s forever blind |
| There’s no coming back, the legend is gone |
| He stands with one foot in hell |
| Still can’t believe that treason made him dead |
| Blind |
| He will walk around the world |
| Through the nightmare he will scream |
| And then he’ll wake up dead and alone |
| His eyes |
| Are monument of gods |
| Who left it all behind |
| Forever remembering reigns of their time |
| Bleed for me my son |
| Bleed to death for everyone |
| Every man will follow your steps |
| They will be sheep of your ancestors |
| My name will rise if you die in pain |
| Blood of the God will make them slaves |
| They will be forever |
| Blind |
| He will walk around the world |
| Through the nightmare he will scream |
| And then he’ll wake up dead and alone |
| His eyes |
| Are monument of gods |
| Who left it all behind |
| Forever remembering reigns of their time |