Ghosts with gentle voices, calling us never to wake,
And we see another nation rising from the ashes...
Soon to unearth what we cannot escape,

As timre draws near for all of us

Make amend, dear tyrant

And be my ominous companion
Through horrors' eye we'll seek vision lost to the sheep;
Rapt and fitfully chained


Hear the trumpets' sound!
The angels of discord are gathering;

Such beautiful faces, such poisonous tongues;
A dead world $$#embly...


Into the world you brought me,
And after your world you wrought me
With a finger to your mouth

And I lost myself in the sea;
Carrying the waves of time
There's nothing to believe,

And you ask me why I grieve

Make amend, dear tyrant

And be my ominous companion
Through horrors' eye we'll seek vision lost to the sheep;
Rapt and fitfully chained


"Earth raised up her head
From the darkness' dread and drear

Her light fled, and her locks covered with grey despair"

Hear the trumpets' sound!

Our empire stifles and crumbles
This terrible loss will generate us,
Gone from this dead world $$#embly...


Here is the void
Here is the cross we carry with us

Through this dead world $$#embly