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[Pete Altieri] A cry sounds out as millions follow The cry of a trumpet, a prelude to war Some to the sky, some to the water The mass it grows larger and larger Come on children from the underground surface Each bearing a mark on your breast Follow in your master's footsteps Wage a war against all blessed As their masses grow, the battle draws near Thunder and rain doth descend War spawned in the seeds of fear Each with a life to defend Two Powers collide as the world stops The outcome my son is the end The battle is done, and no one has one Darkness visible. Aus Songtexte Mania