Dark clouds of a waking storm at hand, the eyes of a thousand arctic gales
Upon the layers of this snow, the pyres of a million worlds below
Streaming through the melted snow is a river of blood and ash

The shining of a golden helm blazes through the towering clouds

The blanket clouded sky of coal, it rips apart the ground

The cold red sun the size of Hell swallows the demon moon
I watch as death surrounds myself, It's frozen hands begin to melt
The winter landscape behind my back, but in front a chaos unfolds.


~Chorus~
A rising fire again, it licks the clouds above

No one seen within my sights, no more
The lights inside this bloom of sun, the tears of Earth are burned away
The groves and forests swallowed whole, and the art of life is no more.


I slowly breathe the air, the smell of grass and rain
Awakened to the end and naught, the dancing harlequin ghosts

The saturated stagnant air brings my lungs to pain and mess
Within this hectic plunge, I feel the end is near


Twisting and turning the skies above, I've lost the sleeping stars
The beauty of a world dying, it brings me to my knees
The hands of Heaven and of Hell gripping the Earth at once

The crumbling ground opens up, but the winds are green with life.

~Chorus~


The embers floating of the fallen grove, it runs around my head
Reminding me of my borrowed time, a time that wants to be ended

The darkness binding that which calls me home, it calls me back to home
I want to see the last remaining hours of the world as we know.


~Chorus~