Signs For The The Fallen

Blessed be the night
For their conscience won't collide
With cruelty or sanity
And the prophetic signs in the book of life
For the breath of fortune
We still lose it all
When the arms of hope rise
First rise, never awake
Stand in line for your chance
To receive the signs from the fallen
It's a human vein
The mind's tributes to its friends
For the breath of fortune
We still lose it all
A cut of thunder cracks the air
Widows weep for their fallen ones
War and plunder become the legal force
Of a new age's exercise for freedom
A pale white and void is inhumanity
The blood stains my hands but the land is covered
With broken trust and deepened enemies
Lords from hell
Like lurking bad news
The army of the damned
Rather than a sign of kindness
Here's your golden age
With high aims and twisted words
Forming a new dimension
Beyond right and wrong
When the arms of hope rise
First rise, never awake
Stand in line for your chance
To receive the signs from the fallen
It's a human vein
The mind's tributes to its friends
For the breath of fortune
We still lose it all
Blessed be the night
For their conscience won't collide