New Lords of Light Songtext
von Vulture Industries

From pandemonium a rising tide
Lo! Death cometh riding in vengeful stride
Amongst lords of light
And their acolytes

Desperate for answers the mob awaits
Waiting for the chosen to tap the outlet for their rage
Like stray dogs long lost in the night
Not conscious of which band bite

Dark tales of tragedy make fertile soil
To plant seeds of discord
From to extract the precious oil
To turn down into a blaze
To pull the masses from the haze


Where all is false, one can make anything
In the den of lies, the loudest voice is king
And standing loyal at his side
The new lords of lies

From pandemonium a rising force
Lo! Death cometh riding on a dark horse
New Lords of Light
And their acolytes
New Lords of Light

Their words make the thickest armor
The echo the biggest charmer
Their words make the thickest armor
The echo the biggest charmer
The echo the biggest charmer

From pandemonium a rising force
Lo! Death cometh riding on a dark horse
New Lords of Light
And their acolytes
New Lords of Light