| Kneeling at the feet of the | |
| HighnessRiveted by the weightlessness | |
| They will follow, my way, the way of love | |
| That wants to come to affection | |
| When the shadow becomes giant | |
| Looking for the beater to hold the rhythm | |
| Standing in my way, the way of love | |
| That wants to come to affection | |
| The heart is the ruler | |
| It is the trumpeter | |
| Decider, celebrate | |
| The drummer ultimate | |
| Decider, celebrate | |
| The drummer ultimate | |
| When the shadow becomes giant | |
| Looking for the beater to hold the rhythm | |
| Standing in my way, the way of love | |
| That wants to come to affection |