A Plea For Purging - Resurrection Of The Beast

This night brings with it glory
These hearts a victory song
These eyes the flames of passion
Watching now, the skies are splitting
Drying now the ocean's parch
Cracking now, these lands are barren
Trying are these times and seasons
The rising son shall bring the brave
Raising fists and shout in glory
The innocent shall soon be saved
Tears were shed as hearts were shattered
Walked upon as broken glass
Left to die, were those who gathered
children first and women last
Tears were shed
Black flags raised, as they were slain
Black flags raised
blood red will burn these embers
Scribes to your scrolls
Marching drums alert the towers
To tell the take as kingdoms fall
As we sing our victory song
Though in the end
These walls may crumble
Though in the end, I too may fall
I live to hear those trumpets sounding
Victory in their final call