The Resurrection of the Beast - A Plea for Purging

This night brings with it glory

These hearts a victory song

These eyes the flames of passion

Watching now, the skies are splitting

Drying now the ocean’s parch

Cracking now, these lands are barren

Trying are these times and seasons

The rising son shall bring the brave

Raising fists and shout in glory

The innocent shall soon be saved

Tears were shed as hearts were shattered

Walked upon as broken glass

Left to die, were those who gathered

Children first and women last

Tears were shed

Black flags raised

As they were slayen

Black flags rasied

Blood red will burn these embers

Scribes to your scrolls

Marching drums alert the towers

To tell the tail as kingdoms fall

As we sing our victory song

Though in the end, these walls may crumble

Though in the end, I too may fall

I live to hear those trumpets sounding

Victory in their final call