When we dream
There's a path
There's a way that always seems to long for us

Still we walk
Through the dark
In the hope that we will someday overcome our fear
Of the difference and diversity
Betrayed in our honesty
And our liberty

And we doubt
And we fear
For our lives and souls that are at stake tonight

And we march
To our doom
To our darkness and the darkness that we bring ourselves
To the ones we fear and don't understand
A veil upon the sombre land
Afraid to comprehend

And then the fire falls on the barren land
And the keeper will open the gate
The vision blurs between foe and friend
And all hours are late

Who holds his heart in the stare of the eye of the ebony death?
Who stills his hands at the quake of the thunderous air-slicing breath?
And in the hour of falling oblivion,
When the bell tolls for this day to end
When four horsemen saddle for riding tonight,
There's a chill, and a devil that laughs -

We are the wrath!

In the night
Left alone
A vísion then is planted in our hearts

And we see
We're the wrath
We're the shadow in the shadow and the endless night
Erynies on a vengeful flight
And we'll always dread the light
And its forsaken sight

And then the fire falls on the barren land
And the keeper will open the gate
The vision blurs between foe and friend
And all hours are late

Who holds his heart in the stare of the eye of the ivory death?
Who stills his hands at the quake of the thunderous air-slicing breath?
And in the hour of falling oblivion,
When the bell tolls for this day to end
When four horsemen saddle for riding tonight,
There's a chill, and a devil that laughs -

We are the wrath!

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