You cannot think you are at home,
The jackal's cry will chill you to the bone.
But you are a warrior, death has no sting
Searching for the angel with the broken wing.
Feel the wind whip past your face
The evil dances with blackened grace.
Your hands, they bleed, blood falls to earth,
The world cries out, the world gives birth.
The light, it comes, burns all away
We don't exist at all today.
Spirits come and spirits go
But death in life continues to flow.
The power runs through you, the energy dark.
It burns your soul, it leaves its mark.