enolough was the year of the calling we were waiting for the true messiah and he rules from the depth of the Universe taking us higher hang on 'till the brightness flames of the hurricane touch in the air in the mist there were glimpses of technology being smashed apart by flesh burning by flesh burning :: voice toast by karkov we were wainting for the one, the saviour we were praying for the song of healer in every good there is a bit of evil try to transform it when it turns medieval emotions like a feever of emotions aimming from your heart you've gotta learn to iniciate it with the truth concentrated and pure and fire it directly at men and men (Just like a shotgun pointed at your heart) and the world (We are like a spear trough your brain) and men (We are the pupils on the destiny's eyes) and the world (And is turning into drops of rain) [2x] outside some children laughing make me laugh too outside there's no one to share our points of view inside our thoughts compress to the maximum inside we're well aware of what we're going trought enolough was the year of the calling we were waiting for the true messiah and he rules from the depth of the Universe taking us higher so, hung on 'till the brightness flames of the hurricane touch in the air in the mist there were glimpses of technology being smashed apart by flesh (Just like a shotgun pointed at your heart) burning (We are like a spear trough your brain) by flesh (We are the pupils on the destiny's eyes) burning (And is turning into drops of rain)