Man has always sought to allay his fears,
From the demons without and the demons that surely lurk within
Now is not the time, the season, no glory
Don't look for a moral or right to this tale
Don't look for a saviour for your weak and your frail"
and many more to burn!
Slain upon a battle field, your voice cannot be heard
I would suffer a thousand years, a thousand years in silence
My advice to you, is a message in violence."
Gods and idealism forever call our name
So we rise upon to the mount with Kings at our Command
To turn the endless cycle of the savage bloody hand"
When the past is a whore to the last
And it's hard to see into the night
When your eyes are blinded by the light