[Music/lyrics: Mieszko]

Like a ray of light 
Like a shooting star 
They can see you come 
To set free The Swarm 

From a different world 
From an ancient land 
Will you say the words? 
Let them breathe your air? 

Death at your fingertips 
With your venomous tongue you lick them clean 

This is not what it said in the prophecy 
Your are not what they thought you were meant to be 
Salvation at your fingertips, precision is a must. 
You are The One.