History erased my story, my ancestors
but I"m still alive
Clenched fist, I bite the floor
My eyes turn to red
I raise my voice, show my fury
Wide open to the sun
I put my hands in this source of light
In that constant energy
Present at my funeral
I know I"ll rise
And meet myself reborn
Sculpt entrance out of rock
Now advance without a respite
Go back to the source
I raise my head
| 1 | Born In Winter |
| 2 | Explosia |
| 3 | The Art Of Dying |
| 4 | L'Enfant Sauvage |
| 5 | The Gift Of Guilt |
| 6 | Backbone |
| 7 | Liquid Fire |
| 8 | Oroborus |
| 9 | Love |
| 10 | From Mars |