The cause has been lost, but the war has been won
The lion is resting, in the heat of the sun
The numbers are speaking, of symbols to be
The flowers have wilted, for you and for me

I will be there, i will be there
I will be there, even after the war has been won

The serpent is rising, in the circle of flesh
We rise and we perish, for the things we detest
My love for cumpassion, is lost in my veins
The fires in heaven, are burning again

I will be there, i will be there
I will be there, even after the flowers are gone

The soldier is pleading, to be warmed by the sun
First i make you my whore, then i make you my son
The daughters of europe, they love me in vain
Our conscience is clear, in pleasure of pain

I will be there, i will be there
I will be there, even after the war has been won
I will be there, i will be there
I will be there, even after the flowers are gone