Of pure warmth the sacred temple, With beautiful interiors and a solid wall Was made by a divine hand Taking from each prophet the best of their visions In a revealing inscription Presents itself with immortal characters on its carved walls It's divine approach announces the sword of pain, Prevails the night over the presence Until it hides Behind the first sun beam Seeking relief for my fire Between the minutes I spend staring at its red shimmer I don't know if time seeks us in a ring of light I don't know if the temple calls us when dusk falls Your body is the temple of your soul, filled with fire and immense tender, In twilight celestial scents twist around life My legacy where my soul will rest Of pure warmth the sacred temple [Alfred Romero: Lead and Backing Vocals Appears courtesy of Dark Moor Recording studios AIMA, Cádiz, Spain Enrik García: Lead & Arrangement Guitar Appears courtesy of Dark Moor Own homestudio Recordings Beto Vazquez: Rhythm Guitar, Keyboards, Bass Jessica Lehto: Backing Vocals Norberto Roman: Drums]