| They’re among us, the cunning spies | 
| They are watching us all the time | 
| Stay away from the misty hills | 
| No matter what you’ll see and what you’ll hear | 
| They can turn every human mad | 
| They can easily conquer the Earth | 
| If they’d knew I suspect too much | 
| They’d took me off the Earth, where they come from | 
| Legends haven’t lied | 
| Shine on, let me see the army of shadows | 
| Shine on, when the night will come | 
| Shine on, we hav lost the runs carved in the black ston | 
| Shine on, evidence is gone | 
| Whose are the voices outside my door? | 
| I hear creaking of the wooden floor | 
| How can I even speculate, when I am not sure if I am awake? | 
| Is this noise only in my head? | 
| Can I go, or is it too late? | 
| Are your whispers a mad man’s lies? | 
| Is that true that they will open for us gulfs of space and time? | 
| Shine on, let me see the army of shadows | 
| Shine on, when the night will come | 
| Shine on, we have lost the runs carved in the black stone | 
| Shine on, evidence is gone | 
| They can turn every human mad | 
| They can easily conquer the Earth | 
| If they’d knew I suspect too much | 
| They’d took me off the Earth, where they come from | 
| Legends haven’t lied | 
| Shine on, let me see the army of shadows | 
| Shine on, when the night will come | 
| Shine on, we have lost the runs carved in the black stone | 
| Shine on, evidence is gone |