Shafts of morning dew, fade to dusk Fires in the distance Under this Blood Red Sky, a million martyrs died And beneath the pale moon's face They shall again arise Under blood, a million martyrs died And beneath the moon We shall arise Some things are best left in dreams For reality, can be a cruel mistress Are your lessons, are they learnt? Chapters close, and veins collapse A passage ends A rite is earned Their blood hath quenched the land Their spirit has set the stone And forever the pagan lands shall cry With a heart so heavy And limbs so weary Let no man for his sins atone Our days of Glory have gone Gone forever Lost forever Their blood hath quenched the land And their spirit has set the stone And forever the pagan lands shall cry With a heart so heavy And limbs so weary Let no man for his sins atone Our days of Glory have gone