"An exit please, and we'll come too, A harshest silence, A lonely few, The calling of angels, Still rings in your head, While echoes of mortality, Make you cry in your bed... ...We had to go with them, This illustrious few, When they lied to us openly, And opened up doors that were new, The call of the wicked, The call of the fame, So we bet down bravely, On this magnificent game... ...Who knows what they said there, Who knows what they meant, When all we had in this lifetime