The gallivanting hordes Strike fear in eyes of men Disciples of the faith Cut down in thy name Tomes that guide the blind Blank pages to perceive Your mind, your soul, your life Conditioned to believe Tyrant kings are born And spawn glorified parades But the hero that was forged Is the hero that remains Fall from grace and divine pageantry Wasted days yield heathen fallacy The unelightened drift No saviour has graced their souls Awash among the crowds The nights are long and cold Tyrant kings are born And spawn glorified parades But the hero that was forged Is the hero that remains Buried dead, unearthed again Unveil forgotten lives Chaos rules among the fools When the heathen arise (Solo: J. Wright) (Solo: J. Wright) (Solo: T. Crnkovic) (Solo: J. Wright) Buried dead, unearthed again Unveil forgotten lives Chaos rules among the fools When the heathen arise