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.
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