Pawn of the spirits
As they return back to Earth
To take away those
And bring back new birth

Blessed by the Shadows
Blessed by the Ones
I rise to a new day
The birth of a blackened Sun

Tis the eve of a new era
In rapture we dance
Under moonlit skies
I can see the End
Through windows in time
As all life ends for mankind

The predictions as made
From prophets who wrote
Of a cleansing of the Earth
Ridding it of centuries of filth
The bringing of the seasons
A savior, like never before
To take those who would follow
Him to the other side

And as they follow
Down the corridors of time
They will come to the crossroads
Of darkness and light

Then the choice would be made
To the path that they would be taken
Down the corridors of light
Or the eternal passage of night