My future's dead, all my dreams stillborn In bloody games and tattered uniforms From the north comes a steel-gray host To purge my mind of all it's rotting ghosts And angels sing, and eagle soar And the moonlight falls - falls like a sword I see a church, a whisper of purity But it fell and drowned, in a poisoned sea My eyes weep, like melting ice At a world plagued with human lice And angels sing, and eagles soar And the sunlight falls - falls like a sword Alas poor Europe, a museum for fools And the storm gathers over the Isle of Thule Legions wait beneath a raven banner This road leads to heaven, hell or Valhalla And angels sing, and eagles soar And the rain it falls - falls like a sword The lightning strikes, the heavens call And love thrusts - thrusts like a sword My hate is pure, a bloody thorn My hate is sharp - sharp like a sword