Darklands

A foreboding sign, as time turned a page
 In a land condemned to night
 The few men that remain, took to the plains
 In an eternal battle for light...
 No sun to brighten the way, nothing to divide the night from the day
 No moon to sustain the tide, as if the planet itself has died
 Yet the warriors still search on and on
 Fire, to hold the flame, is a power they have yet to tame
 Their need to survive, leads their way as they ride
 And the warriors still search on and on
 Farther across the Darklands, the Darklands
 Men of will, surely damned, on a tireless quest across the sand
 On the edge of a molten sea, is where the sacred fire is said to be
 And the warriors still search on and on
 Farther across the Darklands, the Darklands
 The years gone by, in the blink of an eye
 For generations they've been looking for a sign
 ...And the warriors still search on and on
 Farther across the Darklands, the Darklands...