Shafts of morning dew, fade to dusk
Fires in the distance, make shadows dance
Under this Blood Red Sky, a million martyrs died
And beneath the moon..
We shall Arise...

Some things are best left in dreams
For reality, can be a cruel mistress
Are your lessons learnt...?
Chapters close, veins collapse
A passage ends
A rite is earned...

Their Blood hath quenched the land
Their spirit has set the stone
And forever the Pagan lands shall cry
With a heart so heavy...
...and limbs so weary

Let no man for his sins atone our days of Glory have gone...