The lift of the GodsnLeft but weary soulsnA phantasm held in words to unfoldnLeft behind the landsnDeath in black cloudsnThe dark armor of the warriors standnnFall by deceit of the childnSons of the damnednSadly the man´s unawarenOf victory in handsnnKings of the servantsnGod hath the mannBlack nights have comenTo the city under sandsnn(City under sands... forever lost in sands...)nnThe pain won´t fadenEvil the friendnIn wonderment a mother cries for endnThis young mannMagnificentnWarrior of light, come set us freennFall by deceit of the childnSons of the damnednSadly the man´s unawarenOf victory in handsnnKings of the servantsnGod hath the mannBlack nights have comenTo the city under sandsnnKings of the servantsnGod hath the mannBlack nights have comenTo the city under sandsnn(City under sands...)n