Towards to reach archaic heaven
Towards the black sombre sky
In god's archaic throne called graveland

Behind the serpentine sun they're marching
To feed with colors of the sky
To walk on the same ground

Fall of the burning heaven
Burn the heaven
This part i control

With strenght of mine
Naked and dying fallen sky
They cry for night but night couldn't come

Flames of fire enslave this part of existence
This soil is still part of me
Walk the land of silence

Walk towards serpent sun
Our steps of glory gathered
Earth, water, wind and fire