Lyrics:

A moth lands down on a withering rose Like a silent mission from the dark Drifting around chasing fading light On a never ending search for shelter It takes a million men to conquer the world The moonshine englightens and covers it all It's bringing them down, down in the fall Like a thousand screams Breathing down your neck An all - Devouring dragon Like a thousand down your obscure Slave new world A breed of slaves The time has come for the brave to muster In the crimson sunset they shall gather as one Internal wisdom strengthens the powers Hatred feeds the spark in their eyes Bravens surveil the new world birth To witness the changes in the earth Mankind exceed and growing stronger History repeats itself Lizards evolves in the dusky horizons A deadly challenge - Prepare to fall Dwelling salvation - Lost creation They are shadows of the holy Spirits are restless and yearning revenge Utter darkness tighten the clench Souls that are true are hard to bend But blood in the soil will tell of their end