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