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