Open your eyes my son, We must ride, Our path leads through the dying world Echoes ride the wind They sing of sorcery A plague upon this land O warrior You must raise your sword Up to the blackened sky Tyrant calls for war That he holds the key He'll make them all his slaves Upon the tower There he stands Thousands beneath his hand Legions of the Cross They will all obey The symbol that he holds Hopeless we are Now with this war We say our final words Ravens fill the skies They will feed on those Those who oppose his will