I have stained this land with blood

Knowing not the effects, the drought nor the black

Restore life to this barren land

In the first hideous seconds arriving in this place of darkness, the whistling and whispers arose

Soon after rose the unquenchable flames

The unquenchable flames which enveloped the sound and muted the calls

Unaltered by the scorching winds and heaps of ash

I will find my way out of the raging circle

From the Hymns I have strayed

And on the darkest shore

And in the death of me I will

I will

Unaltered by the scorching winds and heaps of ash

I will find my way out of the raging circle

And on the darkest shore, I will obtain an undying presence

Undying presence

Do you hear it? The symphony of pain

The crashing of waves and the glitter of rain

It surrounds us as we sleep but overwhelming is its hold

For there is no escape whether woken or adrift into that hellish dream

There is no escape

The tides rise to obscure the moonlight gleam

I will not lay motionless in the heart of the wildfire

Through searing skin and blaring cries this war will not bring forth my end

When the clocks strike upon my escape there will be a looming nightfall above the heads of the wicked

A vengeance so cold it cripples their legs and makes paste of their bodies

The beast and the hunter

Let me live

Let me die

Let me hold the one divine

I just want to go where the rain falls from the highest

Let me live

Let me die

Let me hold the one divine

I just want to go where the rain falls