Texty: Demons & Wizards. Touched by the Crimson King. Spatial Architects.

Space, their true asylum
The ancient ones they travel on
The architects of our way
In the dark we stay

The knowledge that you seek is deep inside you
The knowledge that you seek just may reveal
The knowledge that you seek just may reveal
That things are not what they may seem

Can't you wake up and see?
For our own good they tried to deceive
You must learn to believe
That mankind's blind and trying to see
The architects have left us many signs
But the answers lie in death

Fate, predestination, manifest, manipulate
The architects of our way
In the dark we stay

The knowledge that you seek is deep inside you
The knowledge that you seek just may reveal
The knowledge that you seek just may reveal
That things are not what they may seem

Can't you wake up and see?
For our own good they tried to deceive
You must learn to believe
That mankind's blind and trying to see
The architects have left us many signs
But the answer lie in death

If you're asking yourself, who you really are?
And you question the force-fed religions of man
And you know, you know it just can't be
You know it just can't be

So cleanse your mind
So cleanse your mind
Fear in God's pillar and
It has made you blind

Can't you wake up and see?
For our own good they tried to deceive
You must learn to believe
That mankind's blind and trying to see
The architects have left us many signs
But the answers lie in death

If you're asking yourself, who you really are?
And you question the force-fed religions of man
And you know, you know it just can't be
You know it just can't be

So cleanse your mind
So cleanse your mind
Someone must hold the key
Someone must hold the key
The ones who sowed the seed
The ones who sowed the seed

Faith is the final key, the final key
What lies beyond the stars
Lies beyond the stars
Can't you wake up and see?
Wake up and see

Oh, you must learn to believe
Our makers, our framers, our fathers, our Gods
The architects roam on their quest for a spirit unknown

If you're asking yourself, who you really are?
And you question the force-fed religions of man
And you know
Our makers, our framers, our fathers, our Gods
The architects roam on their quest for a spirit unknown