And in the blinded night of day
All worries are stripped away
And blown about
To treason times
And hang from gallows
Far blew
Until Master comes
Reclaims the souls that have been lost

For ‘til this day
All has been quiet
Until mourns break in streaks of light

(chorus) To face the day
The treason times
That hang from gallows
Far below
The darkest night on brightest day
To claim the souls that drift away!

To show their faces
Open eyes
With rotting flesh and maggot ties
The rings on fingers down to bone
And sweep away the ashes

(chorus x2)