Fantasy, is just a word to fall in love
Agony is what today affects our soul

There's no White Warrior on our side, there are no chances to survive
We have just opened the Last Gate

Not a Knight but just an evil disciple
Not so White but Black as much as Belzebu
Run because it's coming Belzebu

He made a pact for vanity, searching the glory just for him
This what is hidden in the Gate. So...

I scream for more, to change this day
But now my time has come and gone
And we can't win the game
I scream for more, to stop this fall
But now the evil seats so close and we can't free our soul
So I scream alone

We have fought in a battle with nothing to win
And White Warrior, our Symbol, was only a dream
Now the path that we are walking might lead to nowhere
Only time can tell

Fantasy, is just a word to fall in love
Agony is what today affects our soul

Now we will sing so loud this song, but we don't know what we look for
Making a step beyond the Gate. So...