Deprive a man reach of hope And belief sincere In tomorrow whole Horns that fire reckoning cry Aroused the wake not to morning of light Revelation a shade dark nor white Chaos holds the sky I will not dream I will not serve Shall they lead or shall they call Where loyalties lie and where they fall Lead the lost on broken knees and Gather the hounds amongst the sheep Words forever salted revile Upon a throat of a howl contrite A revolution, a rising tide Cinders raked ignite I will not serve I will not dream Shall they lead or shall they call Where loyalties lie and where they fall As fever wanes, drums cease On ramparts torn Be it peace, be it still before the storm Bury the swords, heroes embalm Seeds for the blooming seasons warm Wait for dream reborn And harvest of war