And on that day Far from our homes We shed the blood Nobles turned rogue Toppled the Gods The king from throne Go for the throat Silence the moans A heretic, a patriarch Man into beast Light into dark Summon the slaves Worship the sun And build a tomb for the chosen one Twas this time last year Something in me died I cannot feel I cannot cry A past once revered Now only hateful hordes Gather at the temple With disease and with swords A star is born Now turn out the light The sun will set The son will rise Father into your hands I commend my spirit Why have you forsaken me? The son will rise again.