I see the torchlights
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
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...