The Awakening - Dark Age

The edge is loose, we are growing stronger

Step aside: watch the world is turning!

My eyes are hunting you every night…

Dominate you’re reign, control your puppets

The incessant inbred instincts are rising

This night I swear you will fear my name…

And behold the upcoming powers…

Opposite reflections

Rising further to escape from daylight

The gardens of life lay rotten with dreams…

The mask of the sun is hiding

Drying seas are marking the surface

A tender breeze blows against the empire…

Again our lives are lost

We are to weak to carry the costs —

Awake!