while shaking the mists of slumber
i recall fragments of visions
the sights of a world in flames
a dying land, without religion
i've cleansed my mind and now tears are falling
i watch the light of dawn and hear the dark one calling
i saw the fallen angel, his throne of light and dark
i saw the faceless rulers and they all wore his mark
i've cleansed my mind
and now their tears are falling
i watched the light of dawn
and joined the dark crusade
waiting at my gate of dreams
wondering of what's to come
a bloodred path in the virgin snow |