I see the torchlights

I hear voices echo from the past

I see black angels washed in silver rays

Embracing beauty and crushing 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