Come in from the darkness oh children of fire As we wither on the vine Make them believe that the world is divine As it withers on the vine Until the storm at the end of the world Breaks the spell that we've cast to hide the weakness In our doomed and broken hearts Draw down the sun A new wind rises Come the dawn Fill your cups with blood and wine As we wither on the vine And the carrion fowl encircle the sun At the turning of the wheel Down among the snakes and scorpions They watched us crawl in the flame The ghosts of the old world Draw down the sun A new wind rises Come the dawn