Spirits of your fallen kin, wander through the night herein
Restless were the chosen when they joined the path of righteous men
Trudging through the frigid snow, the stars no longer shine
Under the storm a fiery glow torn from the fabric of time
And the rage turns the page in their minds
The broken winds of change realign
Crescent moon on the jagged lake of hope and despair
An unknown fate, Death to the Saints, we declare!
No more fear. No more lies. We stand here, and we will fight!
No more fear. No more lies. We stand here, and we will fight!
Death to the Saints! Death to the Saints!!
Bloody flood from the River Styx
Hollow saint burns his crucifix
Trapped in the endless mists of time
The league of the faithless follow him blind
And the rage turns the page in his mind
The broken winds of change realign
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