Take a look at the new rules of this game   Wicked laughters are feeding their fame   Hearing the cries from the empty shells   Unmoved they seem      Hungry for turmoil and wedges   Ivy-clad so that we can't see   One peace at a time they steal   Collecting memories      Notch up another victory   Upon our shoulders and true beliefs   With wheedling words they reign   So sweet is our decay      Raise your voice   Aim as high as they can't see   Now you can say:   "Speak your last word,   speak your last word!"      Born in the garden of overgrown madness   We still search what remains of our lives   Scattered pieces for their jigsaw puzzle   Swapping destinies      Whencesoever they derive their powers   Where all hopes are misled and repressed   Vowing to break from the hardest chains   Tearless they seem      Prophets of doom   Playing god, how does it feel?   The fate of Sky and Earth   Awaits their sentence too      Shattered we are   Sold and bought in the Merchants' fair   Beneath hard flesh it burns   Beware of our hate!      [repeat Bridge and Chorus]      [Acoustic solos: Jarpen]   [Solos: Jarpen, Aydan, both]      [repeat Bridge and Chorus]