Evil lines up against the truth

To close the mind and temper youth

Petulant asking the unknown wisdom

Of the King who owns the kingdom

But never comes to knowledge sweet

Blinded hate and ignorance greet

The darkest of nights that hold its sway

Over the soul in dead it tends to stay.

Rooks crows that will always wander

From paths of peace and eternal plunder

Of the souls of men to keep them in death

Facing forever the sentence of wrath

Break the chains, Lord and King

Let light and hope and heaven ring

From the prison houses of the damned

Salvation coming to every land.

Let the lines be broken in every mind

Lord and King clear up the blind

Open the eyes to see the fate

That befalls all who the Black King will hate.