We are marchïng on
We are standïng stïll
Ït's ïn our Veïns
To break the Fate of Wïll
We're the March
We're the Standïng [Stïllness]
We're the Veïns
Headïng forth
Fortunes of Emptïness
Our Selfs got caught
Spoïlïng the whïte Canvas
Of contïnuous Nought