From the night comes a
roar of thunder
Beholding light on the spell
you're under
And the signs of death
descend your way
Fighting back from the
devil's hunger
Freeing souls from their
chosen number
And the sword of 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 remains old
But the night will
reflect the hunger
And the blackness will
pull you under
Still the sword of
right will guide your way
And in the night you'll
hear the voices calling
down and they will stay
But only time will tell the
answer you've been
blinded from today