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