Before religion Just before the grand illusion Reality was viewed as an intrusion All the lines were written in the sand Then the lines were broken on command Warriors of the night Lift your hearts, prepare to fight And taste the glory of the Reckoning to come See the writing on the wall Lift your hearts, heed the call And taste the glory of The reckoning and shape of things to come Between decisions Unaware of who's the master Focussed only on your own survival All the lines were written in the sand Then the lines were broken on command Before awareness Just before the grand confusion Prophecies remain the sole solution All the lines were written in the sand Then the lines were broken on command