Sin
While the world was sleeping
A red sun was rising
A black wind was moaning
The wheel never slowing
Wild horses running
The wilderness burning
Dust fills the air
Theres no way of returning
Silently its clinging
Unheard and unyielding
This world has a way of its own
Never slowing
The wheel is eternal
Its form elemental
No way of returning
The wheel never slowing
Hold your head high
Climb that hill
Fear the water
Rising still
And the truth will light the way you'll see..
We'll rain down such vengeance
We'll call on the tempest
We'll raise up an army
We raise up an army
Let it turn
Let it turn
Let it burn
Let it burn
Oh let it burn..