Ripping through the heavens bleeding out the crimson sun We set the earth to flames as we gather 'round Beneath a mask of mist thy will be done Altars of moss erected to the kings of the golden dawn Staring through hollow eyes speaking with silver tongues We hang our ruptured hearts and clutch our heads in shame The empire lays in ruin defiled and dethroned The fallen path of man the kings come crashing down The new flock beckons us from beneath our hearth Reclamation is at hand red monarch rises forth