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"