| Down in the darkest corner | |
| Somewhere in your mind | |
| If you look you may find | |
| Some kind of deep desire | |
| Slightly glowing spark | |
| Your way out of the dark | |
| Leave your troubling | |
| Doubts behind | |
| Step into the pack of hounds | |
| Leave your quiet days behind | |
| So you may stand all alone | |
| Believe | |
| With the darkness | |
| The wolves coming closer | |
| Count the seconds | |
| No shelter in sight | |
| Feel the madness | |
| And fear coming closer | |
| Truth's your weapon | |
| Get ready to fight | |
| Most of your days you're watching | |
| And hoping that one day | |
| All black is turning grey | |
| Instead of moving on | |
| You'd always step aside | |
| Time to stand up with pride | |
| Leave your troubling | |
| Doubts behind | |
| Step into the pack of hounds | |
| Leave your quiet days behind | |
| So you may stand all alone | |
| Believe | |
| With the darkness | |
| The wolves coming closer | |
| Count the seconds | |
| No shelter in sight | |
| Feel the madness | |
| And fear coming closer | |
| Truth's your weapon | |
| Get ready to fight | |
| The Right To Fight | |
| Far too long you've been | |
| Watching in silence | |
| Far too long you've just | |
| Been their pawn | |
| Far too long you've been | |
| Fleeing from violence | |
| Far too long you're afraid | |
| Of the storm | |
| Leave your troubling | |
| Doubts behind | |
| Step into the pack of hounds | |
| Leave your quiet days behind | |
| So you may stand all alone | |
| Believe | |
| With the darkness | |
| The wolves coming closer | |
| Count the seconds | |
| No shelter in sight | |
| Feel the madness | |
| And fear coming closer | |
| Truth's your weapon | |
| Get ready to fight |