'In the midst of my days
I shall go through the gates of hell'
But I'll rise from the unnamed
And soon live to tell

A story with no beginning
No end, but then again
I'll rise from the unnamed
And soon live to tell

To be continued
To be continued
To be continued
Revive.

Faces washed away
Like drawings in the sand
Dodge the looking glass
Of the eternally damned

Longitude, magnitude
Aptitude or plattitude
Fairylands won't appear
Without conquering your fear

To be continued
To be continued
To be continued
Revive

To be continued
To be continued
To be continued
Revive

To be continued
To be continued
To be continued
Revive

Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid
Writer(s): Ellen Ringstad, Terje Eide