Stifled screams fill the chamber   Bleeding minds flow through the door   Fallen kings have lost their power   Withering knights look upon in horror   Innocence captured, chained, and beaten   Minds strong, but bodies are weak   Innocents march toward their destruction   Suspecting their fate but unable to speak      With hands of red and hoods of black   They kill the leader then take the pack   Driven by greed and hungry for power   Like vultures they strike at man's darkest hour      The world grows cold and silent   Darkened by tainted ambition   The world is clouded by hatred and greed   Cimmerian darkness and evil condition      The silence is broken by the clash of swords   The masses revolt as vexation grows   With the oppressor's defeat man's world is saved   Til' the victors' intentions are the same as their foes...