When darkness fell upon this land It stole man's power with iron hand Spreading wrath, and sin, and pride Dooming mankind from deep inside Behind the shadows, phantoms lied Demons lurking, dead inside Pulling strings of mortal fools Dragging them down, breaking all rules You see the ruins at sunset's glow As far as human sight can go The sacred places turned to dust Temples fallen, corroded by rust You hear the cries of fragile souls Pleading for grace to make them whole Torn by time and left to mourn In solitude, shattered and worn They're the voices from the last horizon Drowned in grief and damnation’s song They beg for help from skies above But their own sins proved far too strong Letters written in crimson stains Few remained unchained by chains Their flesh was feasted, bones laid bare Their tears the sap of pure despair Now fire burns through every vein A poisoned flood of endless pain Then God proclaims, The wrath is Mine! And all who strayed shall pay in time The sigh of death will sound so light But human screams will haunt the night Exiled beneath the watchful eye Where judgment falls from Heaven’s sky They're the voices from the last horizon Drowned in grief and damnation’s song They beg for help from skies above But their own sins proved far too strong