Light is sour blood spilled from pregnant skies
Frothing & turning, ignoring dead wings as they drift by
It reveals blood & rust from twisted faces

Long shadows are the devil & death the cold breeze
Coughing & choking in the fading night, I smiled
The fruit of labour grew in the fertile world

Only to fall and decay among the wings that are curled
Light is blood spilled above the five-pointed stars

Surrounded by the dark eye in this forgotten time, I lied!
The fruit of labour bloomed in a scorched world

And now From darkness there springs light!
And now From darkness there springs light
And now From darkness there springs light
And now From darkness there springs light
And now From darkness there springs light
And now From darkness there springs light