From the night comes a roar of thunder
  Beholding light on the spell you're under
  And the signs of death descend you way
  Fighting back from the devil's hunger
  Freeing back from their chosen number
  And the sword of the right will guide your way
    And thus you'll find that only demons fill your mind until you wake
  But only time will tell the answer you've been blinded from today
    Burning dreams cause your mind to wonder
  Iron crosses are the calling numbers
  And the fight for the answer still reamins old
  But the night will reflect the hunger
  And the blackness will pull you under
  Still the sword of the right will guide your way
    And in the night you'l hear the voices calling down and they will say
  But only time will tell the answer you've been blinded from today