From the night comes a roar of thunder
Beholding light on the spell youre under
And the signs of death descend your way
Fighting back from the devils hunger
Freeing souls from their chosen number
And the sword of right will guide your way

And thus youll find that only demons fill your mind until you wake
But only time will tell the answer youve 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 youll hear the voices calling down and they will stay
But only time will tell the answer youve been blinded from today.