Another night on the highway, smell of hate in the air. Another season of knowing that there's nobody there. So you race down the runway, leaving hope on the rails.
Blessed Gods, Cold Stars, release me from my long suffering. Anxious, Weary, my Mind wracked by Fears unnatural I Scan The Horizon. Watching, hoping for Signs of the Signal Fire.
By the gods - Black Slaughter. By the gods - You're King. By the gods - Blind Justice. By the gods - We Sing. All shall heel, all shall hear!. By the gods - Your Father.