True colour
Cloud my mind
True colour
It's not hard to fine

I turn around and I see
My future paths within me
Questions concerned with death
The color of my bread

The road passes me by
Still I can't see
Yet not cryings
The cross of life hunts me
Black is the color I see

No
No
No
Ohh

Black angel spritz it's mighty tone wins
The Masius chants no one ever singing
A lord so tries to make himself heard
Covered in smoke no one hears his words

Shanthi gets louder
Drums fill the air
Drums fill the air
They feeling of something

Is in the air
Is in the air

This mission
I behold
Wretched man in my my my
To color cloud my mind