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.