From the night comes a roar of thunder

Beholding light on the spell you're under

And the signs of death descend you way

Fighting back from the devil's hunger

Freeing back from their chosen number

And the sword of the right will guide your way



And thus you'll find that only demons fill your mind until you wake

But only time will tell the answer you've been blinded from today



Burning dreams cause your mind to wonder

Iron crosses are the calling numbers

And the fight for the answer still reamins old

But the night will reflect the hunger

And the blackness will pull you under

Still the sword of the right will guide your way



And in the night you'l hear the voices calling down and they will say

But only time will tell the answer you've been blinded from today