My future's dead, all my dreams stillborn
In bloody games and tattered uniforms
From the north comes a steel-gray host
To purge my mind of all it's rotting ghosts
And angels sing, and eagle soar
And the moonlight falls - falls like a sword
I see a church, a whisper of purity
But it fell and drowned, in a poisoned sea
My eyes weep, like melting ice
At a world plagued with human lice
And angels sing, and eagles soar
And the sunlight falls - falls like a sword
Alas poor Europe, a museum for fools
And the storm gathers over the Isle of Thule
Legions wait beneath a raven banner
This road leads to heaven, hell or Valhalla
And angels sing, and eagles soar
And the rain it falls - falls like a sword
The lightning strikes, the heavens call
And love thrusts - thrusts like a sword
My hate is pure, a bloody thorn
My hate is sharp - sharp like a sword