Shafts of morning dew, fade to dusk

Fires in the distance, make shadows dance

Under this Blood Red Sky, a million martyrs died

And beneath the pale moon's face

They shall Again Arise...



Some things are best left in dreams

Reality, can be a cruel mistress

Are your lessons learnt?...

Chapters close, veins collapse

A passage ends,

A rite is earnt...



Their Blood hath quenched the land

Their spirit has set the stone

And forever the Pagan lands shall cry

With a heart so heavy...

...and limbs so weary



Let no man for his sins atone our days of Glory have gone...