Circle of hands 
Cold spirits plan 
Searching my land 
For an enemy 
Came across 
Love's sweet cost 
And in the face of beauty 
Evil was lost 

Sky full of eyes 
Minds full of lies 
Black from their cold hearts 
Down to their graves 
Murdered the dawn 
Spreading their scorn 
Cursing the sun 
Of which love was born 

We must keep them away 
Or pretty soon we'll pay 
And count the cost in sorrow 
Sacrifice - the future has it's price 
And today is only 
Yesterday's tomorrow 

Tomorrow ...