Obey The Call

A cracked horizon
And silent screams
There's burned-out cities
That haunt my dreams
And there's ghosts in the gears
Of the war machine
It feeds on faith
But it bleeds gasoline

And the pawns will rise
And empires fall
As the days unwind
Obey the call

False crusaders
Dressed in red
And they write their laws
With molten lead
Frostbitten prayers
And coded lies
As we march down the path
Where all reason dies
And the pawns will rise
And empires fall
As the days unwind
Obey the call

And the pawns will rise
And empires fall
As the days unwind
Obey the call

Obey the call!