Vārdi: Virgin Steele. Flames Of Thy Power (From Blood They Rise).

I rise on the mountain
I do what the God's disdain
Impassive accounting
The ghost of your yesterday

Fear grips my soul as I lie awake
Hole in the sky for I die

Flames of thy power, you rise with the blood
Flames of thy power, I worship the sun
No one remembers standing proudly
Flames of thy power, to walk in the sun like Gods

The cries of forgiveness
The soldiers of fallen grace
The hope of tomorrow
The ghost of your yesterdays

Fear grips my soul as I lie awake
Hole in my heart for my crime

Flames of thy power, I worship the sun
Flames of thy power, you rise with the blood
No one remembers standing proudly
Flames of thy power, they walk in the sunlight blind

Oh, what can I do
I see the silent water closing in now

Blood of yesterday, crossing the silent waterways
I rise into the skies of human snow
Hammer the wind to your throne of truth
I see him shining, watch the sin pouring down from me

Damn you all

I rise on the mountain
I see through the passage ways
My heart cold and pounding
The ghost of my yesterdays

This is my soul washed by the God's will
Daughter of Zeus hear my cry

Flames of thy power, I rise with the sun
Flames of thy power, they hunger for blood
No one remembers standing proudly
Flames of thy power, to walk in the sunlight shrine