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