All of the World will have watched as The Ayrion takes power
And minds run to the throne under Babylon
Where Zophos's snakebite sinks venom to your heart
And the love of most will grow cold
But some will hold onto their hope
Those who hold on will rise up
Prepare for war over your human soul
Woe, it's the Panopticon against the Love Resistance
Come On
Inside their heads and above their hands is a stamp of gold
Thirsty fallen angel circles
Undertow
The dark hordes grow in Pandemonium to stage
Attack on the City of of the Son
But some will hold onto their hope
Those who hold on will rise up
Prepare for war over your human soul
Woe, it's the Panopticon against the Love Resistance
Yeah
Some will hold onto their hope
Those who hold on will rise up
Prepare for war over your human soul
Woe, it's the Panopticon against the Love Resistance