| The air stroke our faces | |
| In the middle of the night | |
| In front of us a land in fire | |
| And a thousand of men | |
| Were fight and died | |
| Take me on your strong shoulders | |
| Wake up in your majestic wings | |
| To make fall the night | |
| In your red eyes | |
| Is burning the authentic hell | |
| Power should be | |
| When I'd speak | |
| These words | |
| Fly in the dusk | |
| Mistrust be your guide | |
| Sphere... Titan... Fly | |
| Our ways | |
| Fly in the dusk | |
| Mistrust be your guide | |
| Sphere... Titan... Fly | |
| Our ways | |
| We fly we burn agent of the sky | |
| Every fight is a run to the throne | |
| We have to save our bones | |
| Above this grey misty mountains | |
| A war is striking the elements | |
| The clouds are black and weigh | |
| A holy light shines around us | |
| Druids are in trance | |
| Fly in the dusk | |
| Mistrust be your guide | |
| Sphere... Titan... Fly | |
| Our ways | |
| Fly in the dusk | |
| Mistrust be your guide | |
| Sphere... Titan... Fly | |
| Our ways | |
| Take me on your strong shoulders | |
| Wake up in your majestic wings | |
| To make fall the night | |
| In your red eyes | |
| Is burning the authentic hell | |
| Power should be | |
| When I'd speak | |
| These words | |
| Fly in the dusk | |
| Mistrust be your guide | |
| Sphere... Titan... Fly | |
| Our ways | |
| Fly in the dusk | |
| Mistrust be your guide | |
| Sphere... Titan... Fly | |
| Our ways |