Gears

 In the shadows they are lurking 

Only light them might reveal

Weaving

Plotting

Us they mocking

Shady gears 

Shady gears

Not afraid of more than thousands

Millions only make them laugh

Sculptures with no faces 

Madness

Carved wrath

Carved wrath

Only chances we are given

In the wood the letters they contain

Waste no minutes 

Hours 

Days

Grab your blades

Grab your blades

After midnight while you dreaming

Now it's us who marches through

Under floodlights and your windows

Stars and moons 

Past the goons

Shadows-like 

Bound to truth 

Marching through

Marching through