The White Path کے بول

Orbital decay, sadle the right horse The sickness of their weakness Their pain values high And our lives seems so empty Upon the savage shores Laughing in controlled madness Have a look, but not too deep Orbital decay, raise the iron flag Leave the path astray The White Path The deeds, the rights, the cross of iron The faith, the trust, raise the iron flag The White Path Enter self, follow the path againt the lying faith Leave your sign, raise the flag Place the trust in the dying race Orbital decay, sadle the right horse The sickness of their weakness Their pain values high Orbital decay, raise the iron flag Leave the path astry Sense the lying plague Resist before it is too late