When they are coming Give us guidance For they are calling To erase the damned Yet after all they praise the coming To erase the damned. They will return Now let me take you to the other side Turn off the light and let it grow They will set it on fire, They come to fool us all They're slaves to the fire, you know The fire must grow, they have to feed it We must believe in something that I would call a miracle The gray will break the final seal We must believe in something, a miracle A miracle machine... We just hide it secretly. ... ... E ... ... That's why I need you on the other side Turn off the light and let it grow They will set it on fire, They come to fool us all They're slaves to the fire, you know The fire must grow, they have to feed it We must believe in something that I would call a miracle The gray will break the final seal We must believe in something, a miracle A miracle machine... We just hide it secretly. For they are coming, give us guidance...