Ciphre Lyrics

A black number in a book of stone
A town beneath the sea was left alone
High energy running through the wire
A letter written by a hand of fire
And while we march in endless caravans
Through whirls of dust we will dance
And we will reel through veils of snow
We've lost our way decades ago

It's your decision you may choose
You may decide to win or loose
It's your turn to draw the straw
This is the universal law
It's your decision what you'll do
When the choice is up to you
When the fortune's at your side
In this never ending fight

A good reason to be on the guard
Against the letters written on your chart
Is that they mark an old heritage
Unwanted estate of a transient age
And somewhere deep below our feet
We still can feel the glowing heat
Our footsteps weathered in the sands
Oh dreary quarter, graceless lands