The big wheel of fortune
Crashed down to the groud
Terror broke thru' the city wall
We gathered our children and ran for our lives
Down in the catacomb hall

No sunlight no seasons
No bird song to hear.
Around the small fires
Fighting despair.
No talk of surrender
Sharpenin' our skills
Waiting for the moment
To strike back and win

Spirit of the night
You will be the guidin' light
Spirit of the night
You will be the guidin' light

Visions of freedom are fillin' my head
Dreaming of lovers by the lake
Sweet scent of flowers in young maidens' hair
Thanksgivin; days to celebrate

No fear and no treson
Laughter to hear,
Songs from the children
Filling the air.
Nothing to stop us
From taking revenge.
Bringin; bavk the treasures
Of placetime again

Spirit of the night
You will be the guidin' light
Spirit of the night
You will be the guidin' light
You will be the guidin' light