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
