I see the torchlights Into the dark I hear voices echo from the past I see black angels washed in silver rays Embracing beauty and crushing slaves Blood against gold
I see a spectre, I watch it grow I see great armies lost in the snow Their faces torn like a bloody veil And history's winds blow betrayal Blood against gold
Beneath where lovers walk the dead do sleep They catch the tears that lovers weep In this soulless age of broken dreams But from the shadows, an accusing scream Blood against gold...