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