I rest my eyes on the open field A silver line to heaven's gate My mind is blank, it's a state I know A sacred place where all I see is hate I raise my head to retain my wrath The savage force that lives inside of me Fall to fall, one will die and one will be And I pray she holds my soul Can you hear me calling? Forgotten my favorite way And I pray she holds my soul The wrath of Christ and the sound of steel Another quest for holy land Some true belief in each open wound In lunar slime, a lonely victor stands And I pray she holds my soul Can you hear me calling? Forgotten my favorite way It comes to an end Forever be the same Through the troubled sands You know that I died for the win I swear by the sword in my hand Some of the pain and the grief There's nothing compared to the will I obtained And the spirit of God that is me Can you hear me calling? Forgotten my favorite way And I pray she holds my soul Can you hear me calling? Forgotten my favorite way Through the troubled sands