The Judgment Of The Son Lyrics - Virgin Steele

Goddess of all the silent wastes, Thou are not found unkind 

There's no black and white, Thy truth is not so keen 

Although the crime is great, withhold Your sovereign blaze 

Rise up, rise again, after the ring of fire 

My friendship's not feigning, Your cause is my own 

Rise up, rise again, after the ring of fire 

We'll beat them in sunlight on this day of task 

Gods and all Athenians, proud black Erinyes 

Brook no Anarchy, nor bear a tyrant's rule 

Maintain in balance fear, the Guardian of Grace 

Rise up, rise again, after the ring of fire 

A Godless suppliant, burning in chains 

Rise up, ride the wind, this is the End of Silence 

The moment of Never on this day of wrath