I see the torchlights 
I hear voices echo from the past 
I see black angels washed in silver rays 
Embracing beauty and [bad word] slaves 
Blood against gold 

I see a spectre, I watch it grow 
I see great armies lost in the snow 
Their faces torn like a bloody veil 
And history's winds blow betrayal 
Blood against gold 

Beneath where lovers walk the dead do sleep 
They catch the tears that lovers weep 
In this soulless age of broken dreams 
But from the shadows, an accusing scream 
Blood against gold...