Birth of the sublime
In the middle of the night
Something that will shine
And breathe when I touch the sky
It plunge into eternity
Of the planets, quasars and worlds
Newborn fulgent star must flying free

Cutting space and flying high is more than it has trow
Investigating the world, whole universe back from
Your desire for everything outperforms the rest
Enviably looking they want bring you to the death

You chase without exploring everything around
You run from persecution of another stars
You still running fast and you are still far away
And see a light in the distance it's a dead end place

Power of big soul
Invulnerable strange of mind
Even so injuried you shine
Crucified Star

Subsiding godness flame
At the end of day
Words, that sharp as blade
Making sweet hope blaze

One's own among strangers
Like witchs carried to stake
Race was not lost by God
God was lost by race

The one who could change the whole world not even a genius
Demos turned in demons, flame out like a frantic maniacs
Forcibly take away the power of the only one
Who could bring peace and life to this broken world

Now they carry him through stars, that just blaze like them
They hang him on symbol that he invented himself
So painfully they hammer nails into his hands
Make him suffer, but after long time they will regret

Power of big soul
Invulnerable strange of mind
Even so injuried you shine
Crucified Star

The body always dies, the soul always reside

Power of big soul
Invulnerable strange of mind
Even so injuried you shine
Crucified Star