The smoke lies heavy as we speak The sound of war is closing in with air so thick Its hard to breathe And then the sign: The crimson sun So may it be Let it begin The line of stars bids no further delay A resurrection of the circle rudely torn apart Remember mankind when its done Tonight Ill be riding with the king All right, Ive been hiding from my sins Won't you be my blood? Be my perfect plan If you understood, save me while you can Inhale the perfume of success A humble servants dreams fulfilled The former winner stands alone The jesters laughter filled with sorrow So if they fail to have their vengeance? And if their system will burn once again? Therell be no luck involved, its only by the grace of God This showdowns outcome breaks the spell