A moth lands down on a withering rose

Like a silent mission from the dark

Drifting around chasing fading light

On a never ending search for shelter

It takes a million men to conquer the world

The moonshine englightens and covers it all

It's bringing them down, down in the fall



Like a thousand screams

Breathing down your neck

An all - Devouring dragon

Like a thousand down your obscure



Slave new world

A breed of slaves



The time has come for the brave to muster

In the crimson sunset they shall gather as one

Internal wisdom strengthens the powers

Hatred feeds the spark in their eyes

Bravens surveil the new world birth

To witness the changes in the earth

Mankind exceed and growing stronger

History repeats itself



Lizards evolves in the dusky horizons

A deadly challenge - Prepare to fall

Dwelling salvation - Lost creation

They are shadows of the holy

Spirits are restless and yearning revenge

Utter darkness tighten the clench

Souls that are true are hard to bend

But blood in the soil will tell of their end