Darkness Visible

[Pete Altieri] A cry sounds out as millions follow The cry of a trumpet, a prelude to war Some to the sky, some to the water The mass it grows larger and larger Come on children from the underground surface Each bearing a mark on your breast Follow in your master�s footsteps Wage a war against all blessed As their masses grow, the battle draws near Thunder and rain doth descend War spawned in the seeds of fear Each with a life to defend Two Powers collide as the world stops The outcome my son is the end The battle is done, and no one has one Darkness visible.