Tempest

From dawn 'til darkest night
Suffering, your birthright
Encircled by the dead
The moon has turned blood red

From dusk 'til early morn
All hope will be forlorn
The faithful cry and grieve
A given promise will deceive

The first was a conqueror
The second vile
The third bore the scales with a crooked smile
The fourth was the one to witness the end of time

The break of a new day
Old sins are washed away
When this creation dies
From ashen lands now man will rise

The first was a conqueror
The second vile
The third bore the scales with a crooked smile
The fourth was the one to witness the end of time

Usurp the throne
Take the crowns of fallen foes
Leave the resilient scarred
And the innocent in throes
Drain all the pabulum
Bleed the weak and frail
Vanquish all faith
Leave a trail of corpses pale

The first was a conqueror
The second vile
The third bore the scales with a crooked smile
The fourth was the one to witness the end of time