The moons aflood with barren lakes
Reflecting lifelessness reflecting rays
Of suns of fire, of blood red rage
Out of which we are born
Into which is our fate
"No agony of any mortal brain shall wrest the secret the search is in vain"

We'll bathe in the blood of salvation's name
Fast then feast upon his flesh and pray
We'll clothe our skin in armor want for war
With blind allegiance, fear and faith no more
"No agony of any mortal brain shall wrest the secret the search is in vain"