In a world where night has silently k**ed off the day All the mighty do is look proud on feet made of clay As a new beginning waits to devour what's old All the ma**es do is weep for their souls have been sold Oh, don't try to run, don't try to hide Shepherds in black will feed you your pride Pawns in their endgame, attack to retreat Come and worship the lords of deceit When the light of truth is slowly engulfed by their lies Then the weak will give their souls up for fear of demise As they plant their seeds of sorrow of guilt and dismay In the people's minds the night will become the new day Gather 'round and watch destruction in places afar Shut your minds and mouths for your turn may not be too far Kiss the hand that feeds the fear you were destined to slay Lick the chains that bind your souls to the spawn of decay.