[Music: Michael Romeo, Michael Pinnella] [Lyrics: Michael Romeo, Russel Allen] Now at my feet, the dying voice of Balance - nevermore shall there be
are now silent, I know what must be done To sound the Horn of Fate and let a new age rise I must keep on fighting to keep the Cosmic Balance For Chaos
In a fortnight they'll be here, legions of the nameless fear Our king he cannot lead, our king is growing old With a courageous cry, a young man rises
of boundaries, gimmicks Or rigid genres, with no apologies given To solemnly sing aloud and then spit poly's without inhibition In a world where courage is reprimanded, but cowardice isn't The power
worms to feast so rise up, rise up on lost horizons We were born to be the least, weak & wicked, weak the most We were born to be the least, wo rise
Imperfection inherent This disorder in creation of life Within this endless reign Vision of lost words rise Black god to raise hate in veins of the apocalypse
in every place, and the world will seek my face ... I will usher in the time of terror and alter The balance of power for all time condemned ... At the
sensation. I'm a newborn in this omnipotent laboratory, fulfilled with balance and harmony in a timeless nexus. Cosmic Genesis, galatic powers astir
poison in the sweets you find Exploiting weakness with free trade lies The only thing you cannot buy Is happiness and peace of mind It's a balance of power
between Good and Evil] Evil: Death is coming Good: It's you who'll die Evil: Immortal power Good: Our swords held high Evil: The dead will rise Good:
: [Music: Michael Romeo, Michael Pinnella] [Lyrics: Michael Romeo, Russel Allen] Now at my feet, the dying voice of Balance - nevermore shall there
mankind Architects of a unique and healthy master plan To squash and seed once more In league to restore a long lost balance Blueprints are set for a
Good and Evil] Evil: Death is coming Good: It's you who'll die Evil: Immortal power Good: Our swords held high Evil: The dead will rise Good: We will
[Music: Pisano / Barton / Rossetti, Lyrics: Pisano] Absence Silence inner calm, passive thought consistency Alignment of the universe. Morning rise,
chosen one For vengeance , for conquest , for kill It's time to wear my armor of steel From ash and fire I rise Strong of the Dragon's power The king
is in the power of the Gods, and Mortals would sooner turn into the abyss Each day I shall give my cinders to your flame, And rise up another man"